Candy
She lives her life
In red and white
Like stripes on the sweet that bears her name
White by day
Hiding from those that seek to prey
On one so alabaster skinned
Timid, pure, reticent
Clad in nylon and wool
Peeking from behind her wire-rimmed glasses
Shying from the crowd
Finding comfort in her anonymity
Alone, yet not lonely
Content to stay in the shadows
Inviting no attention, no mention in despatches
Virginal woman of little consequence
On moonless nights, she prowls
And howls with the pack
In red, the prey becomes the predator
Seeking out the clubs and bars
Hair piled high, a lipstick slash
Of blood red, enticing
Eyes blazing as she surveys the herd
Skin-tight leather and lace defines her lust
Pulling in the dark, lips and hands at work
Breathing in the musky scent
Baring teeth, sharp and hungry
Bearing down on her quarry
Igniting emotions long held at bay
Releasing the torment of the weak
Sating her need, she feeds
Craven desires fulfilled
Her whole being bestows fire, ice, gravity
The sweetest release comes
Casting aside those she uses
Moving on, loving no-one
Monday comes, the marks
Hidden behind high necks and sleeves
Her fringe hides her eyes
The glint of weekend conquests twinkling