Femme Fatale Poem by Ima Ryma

A torrid affair we two had
In secret in a hotel room.
We were a couple oh so bad,
As all of each we would consume.
The fact that she was married made
It much more exciting for me,
As we made love behind pulled shade.
Of course the harder it would be
For me to do as I'd been hired
By her husband to kill her dead.
Surely not the end she desired,
So she made her own end instead.

I knew our affair was done
When she shot me with my own gun.