Like a bow drawn,tense is her face
But her lips part and a smile escapes
Like an arrow hurtling through time and space
It strikes my heart,its marked place.
Hurt and wounded,i surrender
I wave a white flag
She moves towards me tall and slender
To collect her trophy and brag.

On the ground i see bodies littered
Of men that wore their hearts on their sleeve
Oh!why did i not listen?when to me they whispered
And warned me of the magic that she weaves.
Her pouting  lips ,red like fresh blood on snow
Her alabaster skin soft as putty
I hate her now like the men she blows
Just after one free drink she says to all"gently-fuck me "

Bitch!