The light is fading, you’re walking out;
she’s reclining luxuriantly.
The light in those magical eyes
is enough to blind a man,
before you question why.
That smile, combined with sylvan form,
is hot enough to melt a man
(raised on a diet of ‘avoid’).
Like a supernova sundae,
take him out at the knees,
leave him confused and dazed,
with thoughts, indiscreet.
Get out of there before that brazen temptress
(Who doesn’t know her power over all that exists)
enthralls you with her siren voice;
makes you fumble, stumble,
makes the floor your only choice.
Escape while you can, before you
fall for her
again. And again. And again.