She Has The Walk: Mystic Sensual Poem by Terence George Craddock

she has the walk mystic sensual
which lures men like they are mental
which lures lovers ardent sentimental
which lures lovers fierce temperamental
which lures birds to scattered bread
which lures sharks to smell of blood
trap lure is can be tempting baited death
death conquers or conquer death

in love one or two may fall
in love one or two may rise
in love the bold captures the prize
in love the right lure captures the prize
in love she may walk sensual to lure you
in love her heart she may pine for you true

Copyright © Terence George Craddock