he spotted her from afar 

lured her from the club to his car

now sitting in her living room bar 

 

in her late teens 

creating lusty mental scenes 

in those sexy tight jeans 

 

for her pretty smile

he'll sit for a while 

this lady has style 

 

her silver blouse is hiding treasures 

just the right curves made for his pleasures 

he wonders what she measures

 

her skin looks so tender and soft 

how to get her up to that bedroom loft

gonna score her tonight he scoffed 

 

she hands him a drink

her dark eyes make it hard to think 

her pouty lips so lusciously pink

 

he takes a deep swallow no time for sips 

her body moves to the music as she sways her hips 

her mouth finds his and she kisses his lips

 

tastebuds are soggy

mind grows foggy

eyelids feel groggy

 

his taste grows bland 

he can no longer stand 

unable to raise even his hand

 

now giving a hickey

this woman is tricky

she slipped him a Mickey

 

foiled by spiked tonic and gin 

she’s a wanted killer of men 

she flashes a serial killer grin