Confusion

Confusion settles in the four corners of his mind,
A foggy haze clouded his judgement,
Falling for tricks up her sleeves.

Confusion consumes him,
The room spinning ever closer in upon him,
As she had dug her claws in drawing blood from his skin as she brought him to belief and then to his knees.

Confusion jumbled his ability to see clearly, to think rationally,
As her sex appeal, her vanity had made him weak,
seeing not the evil that brewed beneath.

Confusion, a blind judgement, weak to what was only skin deep,
Now holds him in a trance, confused, wishing he had taken a second glance.