Femme Fatale
She sits in the dark
Waits patiently
A panther ready to pounce
Her blood red lips
Seductively blowing smoke
Cutting no slack
Sleek dark hair falls straight
Down her back
Her life's mission
To bring on attack
She has a power
Unlike any other
Vicious
Cunning
Seductive
A vixen to the X
With eyes like thunder
Sharp as a whip
No need for slumber
Curves like wild fire
No one is safe with her around
She leaves no peace
Effortlessly
She breathes in the sound
Ready to be released
"You think you've met your match?"
She quietly purrs
Don't be so sure
She'll rip your heart out
Quenching her thirst
Without any thought
She'll blink an eye
Then
Go back to playing her cards
At midnight