She is Woman

She, who haunts the thoughts of man,
Her perfume lingers on the air,
With soft voice and a poison tongue,
Your dirty secrets, she lays bare.

From those red, delicious lips
Comes poetry of deep desire.
She has you prisoner in her web
Of piercing fever - wild like fire.

So hot it melts your broken heart.
Surrounded in her liquid breath,
A naked, throbbing, joyless life,
Yet you dare not beg for death...

She is woman.