A newly bloomed widow,
But she’s not in mourning.
Her frosty white glow,
It serves as a warning.
But she’s not in mourning.
Her frosty white glow,
It serves as a warning.
She’s a wily seductress,
Yearning for a brand new beau.
Intoxicated by just a glance,
Her lover is blinded by her halo.
After enveloping him in her silky throe,
She puts him in a trance.
The mind feels at peace, even though,
There’s a racing in the chest.
Newly spun ideas evoke colourful visions,
The thoughts just go and go.
You will want to taste her venom,
But only if you are a pro.
