Femme Fatale

Femme Fatale

I want a femme fatale like Sharon Stone, Hi Ginger! Hi there, Cleopatra. Hi there Robot Lady from Ex-Machina, I can't believe that boy fell for your tricks, what a moron! Hi there Albertine, thank you for the lessons Proust. I want a dangerous woman who will lead me to my eventual death. One who is a master manipulator who will attune to my moods like a satellite. A woman who will string my ego like Beethoven. Play me against my friends and family like a piano and reside in my subconscious mind like a repressed memory. I want a femme fatale who is narcissistic and gains from other people's misfortunes. A girl who is promicuous and dirty like linen on the washing line. One who uses her sexuality to make me yield. I want a liar who will make me suffer. I want a flirt who will fill my gastank with jealously and thoughts of suicide. I want a femme fatale to seduce me and play to my repressed desires. I want her to study and reflect my frailties like a mirror. I want her to stalk and devour me like a predator. I want her undivided attention. I want her craftsmanship. I want her talents, her expectise. I want her body and the way her clothes always accentuate her features; I am talking legs, thighs, ass and boobs. I want her sweet talk and low pitched voice. I want her suggestive eyes that imply nothing. I want her short skirts and red lip stick. I want her poisoned red apple covered in cyanide. I want her detached demeanor. I want deceit. Oh, please tell me another lie. I want a bruised ego and a tumorous existence. I want to be one of her victims. I want a femme fatale who will tease me and string me along like Pinocchio, one who will make me feel like a real boy. I want a femme fatale to play with my emotions like a toy. A woman who is cold and distant. I want a femme fatale to lure me into traps like a spider with its webs. Like a snake in the grass. A woman who will destroy my life and all the progress I have made. A woman who is materialistic and doesn't care about me. I need a femme fatale to use me and dispose of me like garbage in a dumping site. I need a femme fatale to use me for sex and all her deep-rooted insecurities and issues. I want Satan in her red bottom heels and Louis Vuitton handbag. I want Satan with all her glory and greatness. I want her to torment me, haunt me, possess me, punish and decapitate my prospects. I want a femme fatale with her make-up and kayfabe. I want her drama and co-ordinated chaos. A woman who is an egotistical narcissistic, a woman whose ambition is to destroy me.