Diabolique

It doesn’t take a lightning bolt or
cosmic jolt to spark the dark side
of womankind and change an angel
to a she-devil and transform that shy
child who never thought to be wild
into a wanton adventuress eager to
exchange those gentle pastels for a
firey red dress.
It doesn’t take a potent concoction
from a witches caldron, a love potion
or occult incantation, a voodoo spell
or the old “candy is dandy but liquor
is quicker” mantra to unveil the
feminine mystique and send it
dancing in a midnight dress through
an ecstacy of black magic madness.
It doesn’t take sorcery, but whispered
sweet nothings and a loving touch.