Code Red

Syrupy smoke leaks from her corner lair Ruby red lips lick your name in the air Short skirts lead any man’s mind straight to sex Probably any man’s instant reflex a Black short dress covers something in red Back widow spiders share this fateful dread Long nails mark her toxic territory Enter her den and your end is gory Her scarlet smile painted in most excess, Beware this code for your later distress Webs of streaming lies entangle your fate Caution your minds state; never take the bait A smarter man would have played simply dead Heed code red, you may already be wed!