Femme Fatale

Femme Fatale Poem
Iris

Slip inside
behind the curtain.

Be warned –
she knows what to say;
what moves to play.

A finger beckons you
into a dimly lit corner.

Be elated –
her talents amaze you;
her words undo you.

Arms lace around you
clutching you to a perfumed bosom.

Be ensnared¬†–
fooled by her delicacy;
surprised by her ferocity.

She ends you.