"Come in to my parlor said the spider to the fly..."
Does he know ... goes to show
That summer brings glow of enticement
I gaze openly ...
Watch him taunting me ...
with lure of seduction
Not like me ... who cannot set free emotions
I wish to run, but the mood's begun
I have to see his token
I toss the die
Knowing I, cannot win
Throwing caution to the wind
I end up broken
It is the mood of summer
That hypnotizes
With predatory guise
Curiosity has its price
I am held victim.
