The Woman Of A Curse, A Gift And Full Of Poison Poem by Janelle Morehart

She's got the curse of curves
The gift of words
And the venom of a seductive smile
She'll ruin your home
She'll tear your heart
And make you lose your mind
She's your drug
And buddy your hooked
She'll be the death of you
She wont cry when your gone
She'll take all you have
And find a way to get more
Using her curse she reels them in
Using her gift she intices and steals
And finally with her venom she kills each one
Moving on to another
This dangerous life style
This killing spree
She wont stop till the end
The she starts again
And on her radar
You've come into sight
So watch out sir
Or you'll be grave number 102
In her evil little game
This is her awful fame
Number 102
She's coming for you