She paints her face in glitter, coal, and fire Her hem is cut as short as can be She totters on spikes that are sure to harm any She lives for the brightness that comes at night She sways and bobs under beating lights The curve of her ****** lips The rise and fall of her tanned chest Turning her hideously beautiful face this way and that It takes such a girl to exploit Nature’s gifts A glance that feels heavy as shared love A peek out of her curtain of dark curls Then that crook of a finger, she knows you can’t resist She doesn’t have to look over her shoulder once Anyone would know that you will always follow As one will always do But it is in her faults, not yours that sin lies in Pinned against walls, curled up in corners Plotting who she will love tomorrow And carrying the one she will love for always And never have. Your brother, your sister, your husband, your lover She does not discriminate in those she steals for her own And after all, who could resist such an archangel?