The Temptress

The temptress on her noon day smiles with cadence fought back a tear from her eyes the longing and belonging the days are coming to hear a song to set you on flight with wings to help you get along whoever eats Summer's grapes shall be unharmed stretch forth your hands to a traffic stop along the emblems far too sent The temptress laid waste in her proxy bit unpolished to bask in the vast expanse of the tropics take you away to a beautiful place whinding down the ladder beg for mercy nor mere chatter she dipped her pen in the ink well again cold hearts etched in its timeless frenzy exposed