Getting Dressed

Part I I am dazzling in this dress; But I am no damsel in distress. Pink-blushed cheeks will convince, Assure you of my innocence. Soft flowing tresses curled with care— Magnets to metal; your fingers, my hair. Lips stained red, not for the trend, Poison-painted and lined with intent. Heels— High off the ground, bring you near; The better to peer into your eyes, my dear. A drop of parfum on my neck Intoxicate but not bring death—just yet. Part II Taste of my kiss and turn to stone; I’ll draw your breath and leave you none. I’ll lie with you on the floor; But when I leave, you’ll rise no more. Silent and still, you’ll watch me go-- And pray for an end to the pain you know. I am the Siren singing your doom-- Hear my song and find your tomb. I am a Damsel of Distress. Dressed to kill, in this dress.