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Seductress
Mmm, look at you, dressed to kill
armed for another fun saturday night.
Red lipstick gleaming, on those lips so pouty
pink tongue sliding as you glance around
oh so aloof, as if you hardly care
yet every man is wondering
on who you're deciding.
Stiletto heels tapping
tapping, out the rising pulse of these men.
Short skirt swaying, swaying
just as their heads do, when you walk past
those shapely thighs, sleek muscles moving
as you stalk forward, moving with ease.
Your every move is graceful
and calculated to tease.
That half smirk on your lips
and those challenging eyes
these poor bastards are sucked in
before they even start to realize
You're armed for war
and seeking your next casualty
you'll use him for now, to see if he can please
but the hole in your heart
isn't going to be filled
by filling the one they want.
You'll walk away before long
because your heartache, he'll never appease.
