Vixen

Her rope is around his neck,

as she struts into her lair.

He's an emotional wreck,

lost in the smell of her hair.

 

A siren must play her game,'

and sing a man her sultry tune.

A snake he tries to tame,

but only by the light of the moon.

 

In the morning she's always gone,

leaving not a trace.

He awakes to the dawn,

a loser in the Vixen's race.

Reviews

[Bejn Jonathon Edwards]

Beautiful :)