I
met a seductress
One day when I was new to the city of Harlem and to the
life of the night, I met her. A silhouette moved like painting coming to life
from the walls and I saw her almost naked when she stood in the light. I met a
seductress. She was ugly, but how sweet her ugliness was. She looked me up and
down then batted her eyelids and my heart dropped into my knees. She breathed
on my neck and whispered into my ears and oh, blood rushed down to my loins.
This woman was a witch, and she had in her hands the souls of men, lost souls
of lost men. She was the men’s best dream and their wives worst nightmare. She pulled
me into her abode and I, oh the ram on heat slid in with her grasp. Her home
was a mess, a resting place for overfed cockroaches and a buzzing ground for the
over-indulged flies. The fire in my loins traveled to my toes and my hunger
for her turned to distaste. This woman with a sweet tongue knows how to rid men
of their money but cannot wipe germs off her plate. This seductress washed and
oiled her lips but her heart, oh so full of uncultivated vines and poison ivy,
snakes and scorpions. I met a seductress and her words like sweet oil anointed my
veins and sent shock waves all through my nerves. She had in her the gift of gab
and the power to convince, but then again, how many men does she call in every
day? What to her constitutes a good day? How many marriages does she
remorselessly break? This woman trips up men and sets off women. This woman
with a sweet tongue chooses not the lame or the lepers. She neglects not the
short or the tall. She calls them all in and gives them a taste at the honey
pot. Who was she to be this disloyal? Who was she to play such games on people?
But then again, who was I? Who was I to judge the woman I just met? We were
both runners, for while she was chasing after my money, I was chasing after her
legs. There she was fending for herself and cashing in on my greed, emptying my
pockets while I salivated. She was the sinner in this case but I was the sin. She
was doing wrong but I was the consequence. I met a seductress and she told me
that fires can be quelled when firewood ran out but the cold would never leave,
would always be waiting at the corners, and that when the light went out, the
night would always walk in.
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