Femme Fatale

Somewhere in our lives we have all met someone just like this

Femme Fatale

She came into the room quietly, clinging to his arm

All eyes turned to look, captivated by her lilting laugh

Their looks were rewarded by the sight of her charming smile

Dressed in light frilly clothes that left little to the imagination

Her hungry eyes searched the room, taking in everything

We all knew there was no loyalty present in her heart

One arm was as good as another and many would be offered

and it was plain, she was only out for what she could get

Her smile beckoned, enticing a word, a touch from any stranger

I watched as she cried out for attention that so quickly came

A drink was offered to her and she greedily emptied it quickly

She seemed totally unashamed of showing her base passions

It mattered not to her if they were young or old, they were fair game

She handled her power, her charm deftly, as if unaware of it

but there was no mistaking who was the center of attention

There were those who would say she had a heart clean and pure

While others wondered just what would become of her in the end

To say, I can change her, I can make her happy, give her direction.

She projected an air of helplessness that left many willing to try

But if the relationship began to stink, would they turn their noses

Running the other way as fast as their legs could carry them

But as I watched, I knew, she would get everything she wanted

At least for a while. And that is, I guess, as it always should be

For she was one of a kind, a unique personification of love

and only 2 months old

Graphic by Kitty Roach

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