Femme Fatale

She came into the room quietly, clinging to his arm All eyes turned to look, captivated by her lilting laugh Their looks were rewarded by the sight of her charming smile Dressed in light frilly clothes that left little to the imagination Her hungry eyes searched the room, taking in everything We all knew there was no loyalty present in her heart

One arm was as good as another and many would be offered and it was plain, she was only out for what she could get Her smile beckoned, enticing a word, a touch from any stranger I watched as she cried out for attention that so quickly came A drink was offered to her and she greedily emptied it quickly

She seemed totally unashamed of showing her base passions It mattered not to her if they were young or old, they were fair game

She handled her power, her charm deftly, as if unaware of it but there was no mistaking who was the centre of attention

There were those who would say she had a heart clean and pure While others wondered just what would become of her in the end To say, I can change her, I can make her happy, give her direction. She projected an air of helplessness that left many willing to try But if the relationship began to stink, would they turn their noses Running the other way as fast as their legs could carry them

But as I watched, I knew, she would get everything she wanted At least for a while. And that is, I guess, as it always should be For she was one of a kind, a unique personification of love

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…and only 2 months old.

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It was an emotional wedding. Even the cake was in tiers.