I am your worst nightmare. I come in a pretty package with a smile and cat eyes to kill. I will devastate you with my beauty and imprison your attention from the moment you lay eyes on me. Your brain will be blinded and enraptured by my exotic curves and intoxicating words. I’ll lure you in, slowly then all at once. You think, how lucky am I? You will sell your soul to me. You thought I was so innocent and naive. Nothing more than a plaything and a trophy. Little did you know how the tables would turn just like I planned. Like a million bricks it will hit you, that gut wrenching feeling of inescapability. You’ll become a bumbling fool grasping for a future we don’t have. Do you really think someone like you would end up with someone like me? Then I’ll leave. Vanishing like mist leaving you in agony. No other woman will measure up to me. A constant search for a cheap imitation of me will leave you lost and cynical. You will become a bitter broken-hearted man just like the many before you. Why do I do this? Because nothing gives me more pleasure than being what I am, a man eater.
