The Vixen

She's a lovely at time,

But a vixen at most.

She's been almost everywhere,

Her memory a ghost.

Her touch, the men enjoy,

They think that she's the one.

But she'll make up an excuse,

Once she's had her fun.

Irresistable is her charm,

Her smile draws them in.

Her attitude reeks confidence,

Even looking is a sin.

But when she tires of her man,

Her reasons never halt.

But in the end it always seems,

The man is at fault.

'She's a vixen' they all would say

For the all have been there.

Changing friends to enemies,

She trapped them in her snare.

A true deceiver is this girl,

Yet they continue to stare.

The vixen will walk on,

Ignoring the woman who glare.

She can be a lovely at times,

But she's a vixen at most.

She's been almost everywhere,

Her memory a ghost.