Vixen Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Vixen



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.

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