Innocent
Is a foul
Description
Though her calm, meek
Manner
Seems to be
She’s a killer
If looks could
She would
****** us all
1st degree
While 3rd degree burns
Remind
Blind survivors
That she’s on fire

She wears
Prada’s
As red
As the apple
Eve picked from the tree
I’m destined
To fall
The rest
Is history
His story
Tells a tale
Of how she
Can be
Hot as hell
And still
Remain cold

The inferno
Was divine
Tears from a man’s
Eyes
As she sears
With just a look
Walks away
With what she took
The used
Remain heartless
As life
Becomes the hardest
Thing in the world
To cope with
Her dope
Can hook those
With the strongest will

She can
Turn a **** faithful
And a gay man straight
She can
Make the mute shout
And a ****** wait
For her consent
She’s content
With her independence
Declarations
To be single
Been on a million
First dates
And still
Not impressed
Her dress blows
In the wind
As the president begs
Monroe
Takes notes
While Monica
Remains low
Kings behead Queens
Then bow
At her presence

Either she’s
The devil
Or evil itself
If only she knew her power
She’d devour us all
Luckily she doesn’t
She’s one
Amongst the mass
And remains
The quiet girl
In the back of the class