Dressed to Kill

a contrapuntal poem

She dressed to kill, all aglow
Who's that girl looking randy
Made an effort to attract a beau
He bet she was sweet as candy
She caught his eye at the door
He wondered if she was for him,
He had not met her before
He talked to her to begin,
She found they could converse,
She seemed to be on his wavelength
In subjects that were diverse
And wondered if sex was another strength.
The evening over she was invited
The only way to discover
To his flat; she was excited
Take her to bed as his lover.