She

Her finery on display

Hair soigné

A gracious host, some may say

She glides each step

Meticulous in motion

A perfume of the finest potion

A manner calculated

And interests well imitated

At first you might be intimidated

Until you're not

Disillusioned by the need

Unprompted by her greed

You step away unceremoniously

Only to return

With cheeks that brightly burn

And an internal yearn to snap

Give your toothy smile

Grin and bare your fangs

If she crosses paths she'll feel the pangs

Meek you might have been

Weak she might just win

But you found your nerve

Become the beast she does deserve