Vexed

  
a pretty face is all you're after
you climb in her tree
a serpent looking for his Eve
 
beguiling with flattering eyes
soft words lined with razors
cutting...
without the innocent even being aware
 
I see you slithering around
she has barely touched ground
and is already bearing your seed
 
seducer of the mind
vexer over spirit
I've seen it all before
it always plays out the same  
 
...with the broken hearted