Poems from Jessica Ggb Holter
I’m a femme fatalemy father taught me wellLike Mata Hari my charms arefor my victims to dispelLike the mistress Laura Bellthe Queen of...
I woke up early this morning expecting a hair client.
A gentle knock on the door, my soul.'Hello? Come in my king.' I wanted to wash his...
Towels for tips.It was a modest existence, but entertaining, to say the very least.
Club life releases the beast...Carnality.
The Lady's...
My mother was a white womanbut a woman, all the same.
For years, I never thought much of white womenIn fact, I didn’t think of them much....
That old blue trash canstill sat in the cornerby the doorlaughing at you
just go away he said in oh, so many wordsin oh, too many actions...