You drew me in, tempted and teased me
To
think that our passion
Would
be just one night.
I
was impressed, as the evening grew longer.
You
clung to virtue
As
I held you tight.
Nothing,
I thought would have given me pleasure
More
than to be with you
Flesh
unto skin.
But
you had a different mission that evening,
Mountains
of conquest,
Battles
to win.
Men
on the prowl are blinded by passion
Thinking
the ladies will
Fall
for their pitch.
But
don't underestimate the wiles of a woman
In
playing the old game of
Bait
and switch.
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