A yen for intrigue and risk is how it begins
The line being blurred between folly and sin
Casting open a virtual Pandora’s box
Not taking into account the monumental cost.
Our initial encounter taking place in the air
Desire’s heady aroma proving too much to bear
Pheromones, whiskey, cologne, all serve to beguile
Provoking me to conjure up my feminine wiles.
With no other motive than to merely objectify
Culminating in my goal to selfishly satisfy
Wrong person, wrong setting, wrong time
All of no consequence when making you mine.
Embodying the role of rapacious succubus
Copious amounts of essence required to quench my thirst
Your body and soul helpless from being devoured
An exercise demonstrating insatiable power.
Once engaged my tone shifts to that of indifference
Dalliances are never deemed worthy of reverence
Apathy sets in upon capturing the prize
Careless deeds taunt you to develop wandering eyes.
Suspicions create my need to practice vigilance
Paranoia fueling thoughts verging on malicious
Behind green eyes brews growing resentment
How dare she be favored with possible commitment.
This blatant humiliation causing visions of red
Schemes and plots conspiring inside my head
Premonitions of vengeance hastily formed
Echoing the sentiment, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Id solely responsible for this fit of pique
A demise common of those who revel in conceit
Jilted lover coping with a liaison torn
A vicious cycle leaving paramours to ponder and mourn.
I bid you, take heed of this cautionary tale
A perilous example of when vices prevail
Don’t make the mistake many are prone to do
And fathom it could never happen to you.
