Sweet Juliets
Doe-eyed and delicious
Not for eating
Yet quietly seditious

Ceramic skin
Smoother than porcelain
Fingers get burned
Pushing all the way in

Swaying saplings
Fluttering in the breeze
Blooms unfolding
Inviting with unease

Little sirens
Prettier than peaches
Laid bare, the soul
Where temptation reaches