Homewrecker [Italian Sonnet]

January 1, 2011
By Anonymous

Charcoal midnight
locks black as soot
Inflamed passion in her velvet touch
Eyes blazing toward the dimmed lights
She'll get what she came for tonight
With her sunkissed American thighs, it won't take much
Sweet lies roll off of her slick tounge
Her fatally attractive parfume tempting any man in sight

She's a married man's worst fear
Luring them in just to as quickly let them go
Her type causes the tears
Of the faithful wive's bleeding heart
And although her love is in the wind to blow
Her victims remained marked unpure.

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