She walks by night
Yet like a vampire to the light
To silver and garlic she does not shutter
And she’s not far when we’re quick to utter
And speaking of speaking…
No discretion-
She’s loud and bold
This girls’ got nerve, her reputation
She proudly upholds
She too can whisper sweet nothings
Seductively capturing our attention
And lure us to travel her unsure
Path of deception
Her taste in ‘man’?
She’s attracted to the sensory stimulated
Those who live by their feelings
Seeming to fill their voids
But with every tender kiss, softly she’s killing
From deep within creeps our desire to touch
Then like a chameleon, she changes to suit our cravings as such
Passionately dedicated to those committed and married
Away from their Lover, she ever so smoothly carries
And into her home to fashionably feast
She hand-feeds the naïve her bread, filled with yeast
Then leads them to her bed,
Uniquely laced to ‘perfection’
Eager to manipulate her enemy’s Creation
It seems like a second, yet time is of the essence
She’ll take you beyond where you intended to go,
Tell you less than you deserve to know,
Make you pay more than you’re willing to…
…That’s just who sin is-
Who is she to you?
~Proverbs 7
