Pure Seduction

She steps through the door,
     girls jealously glare,
     guys, drooling, stare,
  yet somehow, of beauty, she remains unaware.
They wait in the wings, for pure seduction.

One gentleman stands with a gesture,
     she moves to his seat,
     this generous feat,
  endearing and charming, she feels exquisite.
And so he moves in, for pure seduction.

Soon they rendezvous,
     showered with gifts,
     and granted a kiss,
  she cannot but feel that nothing's amiss.
She's under the spell of pure seduction.

She's been discarded,
     her virtue taken,
     all confidence shaken,
  her thirst to be loved no closer to slakened.
Get ready again for pure seduction.

A new man in pursuit,
     small tokens resume,
     sit, gaze at the moon,
  she wonders, "how long?" the end could be soon.
She's dreads it's approach, that pure seduction.

Too good to be true,
     the comforting touch,
     the listening and such,
  always the support and yet never the crutch
Could she finally be free from pure seduction?

Skip ahead several years
     he's passed away,
     she lost him today,
  but she values herself, and so she's still okay.
And that, my friend, is pure seduction.