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I saunter slowly
Seeking out my prey
With big hollow
Eye sockets
I view the crowd
Weaving and grinding
To the beat beat
Of Music
He has succumbed
To the hell-song
Sexual melody
I watch him with her
That other Siren
And smirk-
She is nothing
No challenge as I
Sway my hips
Smiling
empty
Soul-windows
Consuming him in
The red haze of strobes
He is caught in my web
And we dance
To that rhythm
My Siren song
He means nothing
More than conquest
A woman’s victory
Sacrifice to my
Sexuality.
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