Looks Sure As Hell Can Be Decieving

A beautiful face, like a posinous snake, could be the death of a man.

Forget what lies behind beguiling eyes and six feet under is where you'll stand.

Honeyed words are sweet to the taste, weigh carefully the words. She is as likely to sting as to compliment, for

sharp as a doubble-edged sword is her witt and mercy her acquaintance is not.

Sweet enough to kill a man, pretty enough to blind him, each batt of her lashes and lilthing laugh are just enought to hog tie him.

While infatuated, boared his coffin, ever sweet smile a nail.

Seal that deal and burry the fool before his senses come back to dig him up again.