Tinder Siren

Just a siren of our modern day
With those ruby pouted lips
‘Yes’ is all that you can say
To those wild sashaying hips
 
Hungry eyes that stare you down
Begging ‘please swipe right'
Seems a princess sans the crown
What an awesome sight
 
But this beauty is more beast
It is greatly sad but true
Searching for her next feast
Now her sights are set on you
 
You want her, need her
And grasp your chance
Lusting like a wild curr
You stab her with your hardened lance
 
But then you see the monster’s teeth
Nine months after your release
For life has grown within her sheath
Now every penny she will fleece
 
So beware of the siren's call
Spiteful wears a pretty face
Five minutes for a mighty fall
A lifetime bearing your disgrace.