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She has a cold heart

Use people for her needs,

Once satisfied she leaves them

On their knees.

Has  her pleasure

Has her way,

Enticed and bewitched them

In every way,

Then turns the love and passion off,

In search of something else and more.

She has  the looks that men admire,

Longest legs and body to be desired

She knows how use these  things

In everyway, 

It hhelps her to snare her prey.

She cclaims hearts 

like they are trophies

Hangs  them up over her bed with pride

Never grieved the love that was lost

For she is hollow deep inside.

Though she gets older 

She does not wane,

Sleeps with men again and again,

Never tires of breaking these men,

Their hearts and emotions

That they will struggle to mend.

Yet they will always want her though

Even knowing she has a cold heart

And no soul,

For she has all things that men desire

And in them she inspires

Such love and passion

Lust and yearning,

For this women they have a yearning,

I pity us men who are weak

And are left here down on bended knees,

Submitting to her bewitching

And prostrated at her feet

Dead but seemingly still twitching.