Raised on conditioned obsessive hate
She found refuge in giving men pain.
Always smiling at the prey she ate,
In her heart lay a bitter stain.

He captured the world’s beauty with brush,
But could not capture her heart.
He saw her lips so ripe and lush,
But could not see her soul ripped apart.

So he walked away from the lovely girl,
Never again to see her face.
But she came back to him in a lustful swirl,
Explaining to him her vengeful embrace.

This story has been told before
It always ends in a tragic way.
Never let her back in the door
Or live regret till the final day.