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
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