With a mind powerful, her visiage clear
So lovely, demure, so soft, sensual
Filled with allure, Deliciously demanding
As you gaze, longingly
Her mind is away thinking upon
Each way to pry lovers from their love
To ensure their doom, to snare the eyes
To center upon her, she'd create a lair
Filled with perfume
Arrousing each of the senses
She did so
Knowing, always knowing
The heart of man might burn for her
The wages of time are real and inevitable
Men are fickle
So until she can escape time's grasp
She will do what she knows
She must perform her role
That of temptress
Until the next appears
She will act, defiantly focused on her task
Some call it vanity, but in truth
What else could she do?
It was clear
Each situation was always about her
Her beliefs were ancient
In the world of love
Of power
Of attraction
There is nothing new
