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
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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