Poetry

She’s got the body to kill
To wreck a man’s soul
And leave him with a thrill show
 
With eyes to hypnotize
With lips to crave
What’s it to her to wait and criticize
 
She can have any guy she wants
All she’s got to do is use her words to taunt
And she attracts any guy about twenty blocks
 
It doesn’t matter if she’s got the lamest hobbies
There only looking at her rock body
Even at the holy church there lusting in the lobby
 
She got all the guys
Wimping and crying
Feeling like there flying but also a lot like there dying
Im telling you its how she does her styling
 
Her eyes tell you that she wants you to scream
Her plan is to keep her image in your dreams
To keep you falling off your feet
To keep you from falling asleep
She’s only just a tease