Born with the gift of charm
He was blessed
At getting girls undressed
With a crooked smile
And false pretenses.
But who could resist
The undeniable charisma
Of this monster?
A lady killer
Stealing
Not their lives
But their self-worth.
There were none that could resist
Until the day
Casanova’s charm
Was directed at a woman
Who knew his tricks too well-
For she dabbled in lust just the same
And she twisted his game
Called out his name
And consumed him.