Cruel Intentions

He came, like a touch upon the hand,
With eyes a glorious green,
So suddenly, it was hard to stand,
Nothing but a face was all she’d seen.

Standing tall, his head up high,
A smile that could melt any heart,
Every breath held a sigh,
Every man kept his woman apart

His strong form now seemed near,
Looking like it was carved of stone,
Hands that make someone quick to fear,
And another soften when alone.

Exuding confidence and abundant charm,
Poised and ready to proceed,
Walked to her, extended his arm,
Promised to fulfil her every need.

She’d known too much to believe his talk,
Her guard was up all the while,
She’d known the moment she saw him walk,
The moment she saw him smile.

She had known all about his deeds,
Warned, to watch and be aware,
He’s the cause of the heart that bleeds,
The man that doesn’t care.

She watched as he hopelessly tried,
An impression he had to make,
For he could not hurt his pride,
His reputation was at stake.

“Perhaps a dance may change your mind,
And show you that I’m good,
A bad standing left behind,
I am just misunderstood.”

He moved so elegantly, yet so bold,
Strong hands gentle to the touch,
Something about that tender hold,
Made her want him quite so much.

Sweet talk eventually gained control,
She gave in to passion’s trust,
The stain of sin upon her soul,
Betrayed by the night of lust.

The plain deceit, the obvious lies,
False words to trap and trick
What hides beneath those glorious eyes
Are thorns that pierce and prick

Arrogance, personified by this man,
Prides himself in another’s pain,
Out of choice, because he can,
For nothing but selfish gain.

Charlene Flanagan