she dresses nice,
smells alluring
her speech smooth and state of the art
she beats the Indian spice
indeed she is that which you dream of in the dead of the night
your every fantasy, your drugto behold her , hear her, is to fall for her.
beneath that beauty, lies a monetary desire,
an aim to fleece off the little blood you have.
that which you may never see...
thirty minutes into knowing her,
you realize she has ulcers,
is thirsty, of has a problem
you will have to buy the drink, food,
or be kind enough to contribute to solving the problem.
but you are not alone.....
her trade is to LEECH
many a man have heard her story....
not less than one has been fleeced on
and you just add to the specimens in her laboratory.
love is a word she will use to arouse your ego
she will hold you, even allow you....
'KILL THE RATS '
but its all an act.
she seeks the money....
be deceived not...
the real woman still plays hard to get.
the leech is easy prey...that preys on you...
BE WARE OF THE LEECH....
........TO BE CONTINUED...
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