Serpents, Scorpions, and Owls

What do you look for in a man? I usually say wisdom. An owl that is respectful, Thinks with his head, But still acknowledges the heart. As much as i pretend to love those birds, Who flock to your side once smitten— I tend to fall, For those sly serpents, Who could care less if I’m eaten. I know they tell lies, But their sickly sweet words, Dripping like honey, Trick my senses, Into thinking they’re sweeter than they are cruel. Hiding behind that vexing charm, Serpents weaken their prey. Combining appetite with desire, They confuse my instincts. My scorpion tail hesitates, Not knowing whether their smile is false or not, I shouldn’t sting if I’m unsure. His smirk hides his fangs, He knows what he does to me. I let his venom spread through my veins— I wish I didn’t fall for serpents.