The Wanton Woman
She likes young boys
Plays with them like toys
And with their boiling testosterone
They kneel before her throne
Always yawning for more
She mockingly and sexily dresses
Her body half naked and searching
For the wondering eyes of the boys
Provoking their dark desires
As they come to her scrambling
She drives a black limousine
With enough space to commit her sin
She makes them drink bear
Just to kill their conscience
Then uses them without being cautious
She likes them wild
Strong like a young stallion
Their hearts strong as a lion
With so much energy yield
Courageous to adventure into he world
She gives them gifts
Attends to them in shifts
Leaving them to believe
She loves them when she does leave
To attend to another in need
She is a wanton woman
Always ready to hurt and harm
The young generation of man
When they fall freely in her arm
She is a predator with patience
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