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WEBSITE He lays the trap so beautifully With gilded words and flattery Perfumed strings from satin yarns And well honed, perfected charms
Impatiently waiting to find his prey Maybe he’ll just get lucky today? A vulnerable, gullible woman he’ll find Who’ll flip for him and fall for his lines
The stage will be set, everything in place Flowers, chocolates, even a midnight serenade A rich velvet voice, saying all the right things Entreating, tugging at her heart strings
She’ll walk right into it all, mesmerized Everyone wants a piece of paradise It works like a charm, this age old ploy “Come into my parlor”, says the spider to the fly. ~Swati Chandran~
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