SEDUCTRESS SPY

When a man's made love, got his fling,
he'll tell the woman ANYTHING:
the basic thinking of those chaps
who deploy girls as honeytraps.

With silky stockings, lingerie
above means of the peasantry,
they dress impressive to arouse
thoughts of disloyalty to spouse.

With the clothes off, defences down,
Seductress Spy can go to town.
Some are compliant mistresses
of catering for fetishes.

When she's got to work on the guy,
he'll come out, he won't be so shy.
In close, familiar, nakedness,
he'll say anything to impress.

As he lies, erection out proud,
voice gets correspondingly loud.
The lips that kiss could pass on much
under loose handed woman's touch.

Even things sworn to secrecy
about are released easily
like his spilled pearly stream of seed
that comes in the (sheathed or not) deed.

Words passed in the intimate hug
are picked up in the planted bug;
a further breadcrumb on the trail
(and ammunition for blackmail).
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