La Femme Fatale

Her name was Camille
But they were in error
She should be called
Erotica
She lays in wait
In Cyberspace
This siren
Of exotica

She'll laugh
And taunt
Entice and tease
This vixen so alluring
She'll spin
A web of
Promise pure, of love
Undying, enduring

Tantalizing
She beckons each
All hearts fodder
For her mirth
She seems
A temptress
From Heaven sent
But is instead of Earth

We think and
Talk, and touch
As one, and then
She disappears
She is the
Sorceress
Smoke and glass
High priestess of the mirrors

She smiles sweetly
Broadly too
And often pouts
As well
But hang on
Tightly to
Your heart
For it is hers to steal

Bella Donna
Is her name
And love
She'll offer you
But if you
Tender her your soul
That choice
You'll someday rue

I love this girl
This gypsy flirt
There's no
Escape for me
But should
She wink
Enticing you
Look not, but turn and flee

I warn you thus
For I am lost
And never
Shall see light
She is my
Dawn, my dusk
My night
I'm blinded by her sight

Lest you would
Deem I could
Recant this
Love I feel for her
You should
Think twice
For I can't live
Without my C, so dear