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