Dangerous Beauty

Faces all around,
Standing in the Crowd,
Lost and cannot be found,
Then as if a shot of bright light,
A face comes into view.

This face belongs to no ordinary soul,
It belongs to a woman,
This face of this woman has a secret weapon,
Stronger than any army,machine and man alike.

Its secret is known to few,
Few appreciate its power,
And upon this woman this weapon has had no finer hour.

Cocked and Loaded the weapon fires,
Strait at my heart,
Ripping it from my chest and pulling it to this womans waiting hands.

In my dillusional state the woman exerts control of my by my heart as if im a puppet,
Im completely overwhelmed, Brainwashed, Cleaned of all thoughts that she deems unworthy.

What weapon is it , you ask, that can control the hearts of men? This weapon is Beauty