That Woman

That woman, Oh my,
That smile as she walks by,
Perfect eyelashes casing her eyes,
The top that shows off her thighs.

Her lips make you weak at the knees,
Her motto is that she aims to please,
She could get any man with ease,
You wish it was you that she sees.

Those eyes make you fall under her spell,
She is a one of a kind, mysterious belle,
She came around and down you fell,
She wakes up every sex cell.

She is just a tease, and you more than know it,
Getting guys is a breeze; she likes to show it,
But deep inside, beneath all the pretend,
A tortured soul, who wants it to end.

She'll get her wish given,
Some guys, to this they were driven,
She cries and struggles to no avail,
They slit her neck; her skin is now pale.

That woman who once set your heart aflame,
Is there no longer, you'll never be the same,
She was ashamed of what she became,
Now she is dead,
And no-one knew her name.