Bimbo widow

Flies,
She shall stop you with her mascara eyes
Liquid liner out-lined,
Making the boys stare
As bimbo rides by,
Flies by,
All you see is her guise,
Cotton,
Denim
Linen,
Dis-guise,
Hiding her true colours,
And sultry temptress soul,
Lurking in the velvety depths of her pupils,
Boy,
Dare you stare?
To become weaved into the widow’s web,
Sexed
And left for dead,
For she never stays
So avoid her gaze,
For she always feeds her hunger.