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