Dr. Evil

(No idea what inspired this poem.  Think I was just going for an evil, manipulative womanizer.  An Incubus or vampire might have been something that triggered the creation of this poem.  Third option is that this was a character I was going to use for a story as either a villain or temporary problem.  Can’t find him in my notes though.  One thing that has changed since I wrote this is that I’ve run into just as many women who do this to men as guys who do it to women.  So, I guess this type of behavior is really just dark human nature instead of locked into one group.)

He wades among the guests
A chameleon in their midst
Hunter of young women
In it for the glory
To gloat to all his friends

Bathed in scents
Designed to rumble urges
He looks for easy prey
Adjusting hair and garb
Chosen carefully by hand

His eyes lock
With green eyes from afar
Intrigued by his mere presence
Noting his intrusion
Upon her melancholy world

He draws her close
To push his trap
Her innocence a mask
Amplifying words of sugar
Practiced with perfection

The night moves on
She has fallen to his lure
Giving in to his embrace
Earning him a prize
That was never his to take