A vixen camouflaged
Is a vixen still;
Ready to bare her fangs
At some unwary traveller
Or a ruddy youth
Seeking pleasure and excitement.
Her perfumed smell
And silvery tongue
Are but two weapons in her vast armoury
That will send countless souls
To their speedy demise.
ENOCH JOHN
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