Red Devil

Careful you do not get caught
in the her liquid amber stare,  
she weaves a powerful spell
of weft and woven words
that entrap and ensnare.

She really is a wicked creature,
deliberately casting her net,
capturing any valiant enough to dare
call himself her love pet,  
delving deep into her velvet fissure.

A coy game of cat and mouse creates,
in her eyes, a mischievous flame,
“let the games begin” she is heard to say.
An incorrigible sensual coquette,
all will be pray in her dulcet game.  

“Still feeling mannish, wish to play”?
Haha… she laughs lustily
hands on her hips walking away,
as she sashays saucily,
looks over her shoulder and whispers…

“I dare you…”