Romance; Russian Roulette

She sat at the end of the bar
and flashed me that smile,
the one every man’s seen before.
Some lessons are better never learned
but I’m just not the type.
She was a fly,
caught in my web
…begging to be devoured.
Heartbroken, heartless
and just waiting to be fucked.
But don’t let them fool you,
they play prey,
‘till your caught at the business
end of their love…
Wishing it was a loaded gun.
Their love is a nuclear weapon.
A woman’s love will bring a nation to its knees.
Inspired Cortez to conquer,
so that he may be conquered.
The time has come,
and decisions must be made.
Conquer or be conquered?
But remember old boy,
romance is Russian roulette
and in the end there is no victor.