Femme Fatale

She looks in the mirror
With a gleam in her eyes,
In love with herself -
That's her only vice.

A dab of colour
On cream peach cheeks.,
Kohl-lined eyes and
Ruby red lips.

A splash Of perfume
On silky smooth skin;
Pretty young thing,
You are sure to win.

Bedecked,bejewelled woman,
Just throw a glance,
A toss of your head -
You can make the world dance.