Getting Dressed
Part I
I am dazzling in this dress;
But I am no damsel in distress.
Pink-blushed cheeks will convince,
Assure you of my innocence.
Soft flowing tresses curled with care—
Magnets to metal; your fingers, my hair.
Lips stained red, not for the trend,
Poison-painted and lined with intent.
Heels—
High off the ground, bring you near;
The better to peer into your eyes, my dear.
A drop of parfum on my neck
Intoxicate but not bring death—just yet.
Part II
Taste of my kiss and turn to stone;
I’ll draw your breath and leave you none.
I’ll lie with you on the floor;
But when I leave, you’ll rise no more.
Silent and still, you’ll watch me go--
And pray for an end to the pain you know.
I am the Siren singing your doom--
Hear my song and find your tomb.
I am a Damsel of Distress.
Dressed to kill, in this dress.
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