Gleaming eyes and bright white grin,
Flaming hair and siren’s sweet voice,
To love her is truly sin,
But no man really has a choice.

With passion she drags you along,
She’ll make you spend til’ you’re strapped,
Her skin is soft and her grasp is strong,
Before you know it you’re trapped.

She possesses your inner eye,
She’ll have you think she’s just a lass,
But when she leaves you might just cry,
Since the best thing in life would pass.

She may be the love of my life,
But attaining her will be strife.