Paul Bell

The Honey Trap.

I saw the partial tattoo, enta

She looked the part

Was this the honeytrap

Was it my time

Her name was Jill

Like mine was Bill

Part of the thrill

We lied until two

Then we knew

How the game would ensue

We left to pursue

Her dress sliding pure

Inviting, demure

Was it time

Was she mine

I let my hands caress

The final test

She arched to come in

Like the sin

The beautiful surrender

She smiled, touching my face

Like she knew

Her arm revealing the true

Then I knew

The deadly Mojenta.