The Lady Killer
Down the isle he walks with content
With eyes glancing from hither and thither
Finally he sees a stand
And in no time is in his caboose
Besides an innocent heart…
With the sotto voce of a mighty deity he mutters,
hello…
Slowly like a prey she is drawn into his nest
This is the Lady Killer
Well brimmed, good looking
His cachet even the atheist cannot refuse
Whom with no time is no more.
But for the poor lass,
Unknowingly she falls into his trap
Mesmerized by his looks!
Blindfolded of the dangerous claws he carries
That in case she is stung,
Sorry, we have to cut short our poem…
Copyright © Cidni Cinite | Year Posted 2013
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