Her words:

Her words are dangerous to the heart, posion to any man or woman willing to listen. You've fallen for that perfect smile, that red lip gloss glising... That nice frame, everything just right, that perfect built, that perfect height. Blinded by her beauty, the acid in her words you've missed, the hidden lies in her words covered by the soft touch of her lips... She's sweet, gentel, loving, and kind... All the things you look for inside your mind, all the things you hope to find, yet you don't know, that's part of her design. "Damn..." You tell yourself.... Dazed by her beauty, she's a dime piece, you love everything about her, so much so she got your mind in a blur. She has your heart, she said she'd never tear it apart, yet she lies to you while calling you sweetheart. Now your eyes are open, your heart can no longer be roped in. No longer a patient, of her dangerous diagnosis, no more letting her words Trimble your body, her words you disembodied. Now your careful, realizing, words are dangerous, sometimes carrying temptation along with it.