The Shape of a Woman
Amorphous is she, yet she takes every form
A shed of her skin is all it is for her to be reborn;
She polishes her fangs, and paints her lips
a shade of red to conceal her hiss;
With her forked tongue and hidden guile,
her jeweled crown and slithering smile,
men are oblivious to her hidden powers
of fertility and vengeance—she is born to devour;
With a wink of the eye, and a sway of the hips,
it is faithfulness she is set to steal
So, men, be warned to always resist
the devil that walks in six-inch heels
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