whimsical in her mischievous play
she knows not the subtle and
so deadly seduction
it reads miles upon her saddened
face
I could never recover,but always
surrender,if it meant death or
suicide
She roams without cause,by
way of guile and trickery
no man is safe nor acknowledged
a means to an end ,a means to no end
I got tangled in her web,without thanks I struggled, merciless and on a whim,
she took me down,to the deepest hole,shell never let me go.
©munch77
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