Long stemmed Lily
dressed in white,
spreads the scent of pheromone
across the sweat stained night.

High heels and strapless dress
fishnets and rings,
drawing out the wanton ones
with the siren song she sings.

Painted lips and promises
eyes that say it all,
with just a touch of hinting
into her web they fall.

She's a ***** she's a spider
she's a wolf without a pack,
she's a bullet she's a cudgel
she's the sharp knife in your back.

She's no player you can't play her
she wrote the book of rules,
she changes them to suit her
as her suitors are all fools.

Shes a woman first and formost
she's fragile like a flower,
but here between the bed sheets
she's the one with all the power.

So don't say I never warned you
when you wake up all alone,
just be thankful that you tasted
of the fruit so few have known.