An Apple for Their Eyes

She’s a standalone seducer,

A boner inducer

A modern medusa

Hormone confuser

Yet I can’t amuse her

If I can’t reduce her

Yes, that much is true sir

She beckons without beckoning

Hurts without punching

She leads without moving

Baits without hunting

She’s definitely something

But she still longs for one thing

A window of sorts

To air out her thoughts

A door to her soul

For the miseries untold

A fence for her face

May her heart take its place

For then would she never be
Just an apple for their eyes