She Knows

She knows not what she does.
How every look of love can kill,
And with a smile she bends my will,
She knows it when she does.

She knows just what she does.
When in mock love and lust we play,
She drags me out another day,
She knows not what she does.

She knows not what she does.
With graceful hands she tears me up,
Then offers me another cup,
She knows it when she does.

She knows just what she does.
I never can resist that drink.
Not she nor I e’er pause to think,
She knows not what she does.

January ’05

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