A yen for intrigue and risk is how it begins

The line being blurred between folly and sin

Casting open a virtual Pandora's box

Not taking into account the monumental cost.

Our initial encounter taking place in the air

Desire's heady aroma proving too much to bear

Pheromones, whiskey, cologne, all serve to beguile

Provoking me to conjure up my feminine wiles.

With no other motive than to merely objectify

Culminating in my goal to selfishly satisfy

Wrong person, wrong setting, wrong time

All of no consequence when making you mine.

Embodying the role of rapacious succubus

Copious amounts of essence required to quench my thirst

Your body and soul helpless from being devoured

An exercise demonstrating insatiable power.

Once engaged my tone shifts to that of indifference

Dalliances are never deemed worthy of reverence 

Apathy sets in upon capturing the prize

Careless deeds taunt you to develop wandering eyes.

Suspicions create my need to practice vigilance

Paranoia fueling thoughts verging on malicious

Behind green eyes brews growing resentment

How dare she be favored with possible commitment.

This blatant humiliation causing visions of red

Schemes and plots conspiring inside my head

Premonitions of vengeance hastily formed 

Echoing the sentiment, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Id solely responsible for this fit of pique 

A demise common of those who revel in conceit

Jilted lover coping with a liaison torn

A vicious cycle leaving paramours to ponder and mourn.

I bid you, take heed of this cautionary tale

A perilous example of when vices prevail

Don't make the mistake many are prone to do

And fathom it could never happen to you.