Femme Fatale

she enters with a sly smile red lips curling like the edge of a blade she is the kind of woman you can't refuse even as you sense she will undo you her words weave like smoke soft and shifting they draw you close until you lose sight of the snare her face changes like the tide one moment familiar the next a stranger you never know who she will be but she is always dangerous her eyes move like shadows slicing through the room seeking her next prize she takes what she wants and she always wins they whisper that she has killed more than once maybe more than most yet something in her holds you still her beauty or her danger or both as she fades into the night i feel her pull lingering on my skin am i her next would it matter if i were because i cannot look away from the woman who walks like a secret