I sat in this joint, at the lakefront point, smoking a square, looking so fair, in the pale moonlight, everything was tight. When he walk over to me, to wish me goodnight. He looked in my eyes, and saw my beauty is rare, he said "I'll be damn!" And stripped himself bare. I looked him over, and cracked a half-smile, his little friend', was the size of a child's. "How desperate was he?" I wondered to myself, then I took him to his home, we stayed there alone. He told me his secrets, and I told him mine, and he laughed a rich laugh, and said I was fine. But lust is blind, cause I had a plan, beauty is curse, and a weakness in man. I loved him all night long, and sang him a psalm. While he promised me the world, to put in my palm. I took his possessions, and carried them home, leaving him the smell of my perfume, and what he believed, was the number to my phone. He lied there asleep, with death in his eye. While I wrote him a note [from the femme fatale], telling him goodbye. I carried all he owned in the world, in my little sack, while he dreamed bitter dreams, with a knife in his back.
Reason for writing:
This is one came from no where.
Birth sign: Libra
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