melody
Sexy, sultry: the slender damsel snakes in inconspicuously
Her alluring scent hugs men seductively
A tawdry harlot, driven by an inexorable passion to deceive
Impervious to the wise consensus she constantly receives
Immutable, she stands firm to her supposed identity
Obstinate she believes this was who she was destined to be
She carries an inexplicable beauty, a supposed asset, but a curse to her kind
She connives at her actions, proving that she is really just blind
Ignorant, naive, no doubt, an insatiable fox, she stands
Fully aware of the power she holds in her hands
The mere idea of her impalpable
One word to describe her; spiteful
She lures men into her web of deceit
Uses them and rejoices over their defeat
Her indiscriminate nature defines her
An insidious disease, a beautiful liar
Flesh sweeter than honey
A smile unable to be bought with money
She circumnavigates the depths of a man’s heart
And then drops him leaving him to fall apart
She insinuates herself into his circle of trust
Then him loving her becomes a must
A fraud, a charlatan, a trickster at its best
A professional liar, incomparable to the rest
Her identity, your question may be
A tawdry harlot, the queen of promiscuity; Melody
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