Devil’s Advocate

You were temptation
in a tight red dress, the shot
of tequila that pushed
me over the edge.

You were prohibition
on my tongue, secrecy
cutting through the air
like stale perfume. You
were cool silk on my skin.

You were an island
on a treasure map.
I meant all that I said but
I had to search for the gold.

By Romina Writes

She/Her Made In Portugal Based in Manchester, UK Bilingual BA Creative Writing @ UoB Poet/Fiction Writer/Freelance Editor Sub-editor for The Bolton Review issues 7 & 8. 'Half Moon' selected for The New Writing Showcase 2019. ‘Trouble’ and ‘If I Knew Then What I Know Now’ selected for The New Writing Showcase 2020.

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