Passion boils behind her eyes
Her hips have a gentle sway
There’s torment of seduction
In every word she will say

Her more than ample bosom
Spills from her strapless dress
Framed by auburn locks of hair
Inviting every mans’ caress

When she walks into the room
No man can help but stare
A vixen walks among them
She’s the goddess with red hair

Taunting in a southern drawl
With just a hint of teasing
She’s carefully constructing
Every word she says, as pleasing

Women stare with jealous eyes
Their husbands spilling drool
This wicked witch has cast a spell
That proves every man a fool

She looks out at her sisters
feeling deeply their disgust
Wishing she could give to them
This curse she knows as lust





Lavender Leigh
January 20, 2004