The Player

He swaggers into the joint
Handsome and debonair
Setting his sights
On the prettiest one there

Just another place on the road
Part of his journey
To seek out the one
Whoever she may be

To satisfy his needs
Just for awhile
He puts on his best
He warms up his smile

He surveys the room
Like a predator to its prey
The one that for now
Will make it all go away

He eyes her at last
The one he desires
Just for tonight
To put out the fire

Like a hunter he makes
His move with precision
Pulling her in
Blinding her vision 

He cares not for her really
Not for what’s in her heart
He only just wants
To take a small part

So with masterful words
Honed over the years
Practiced over and over
And never with fear

He talks his good game
Using all of his skill
To get what he wants
Like a lion to the kill.

She foolishly trusts
This man she just met
Believing his words
While knowing the debt 

That she’ll have to pay
When it’s all a lie
And still she believes
In this debonair guy

And when he is done
Taking what he has come for
His ego fulfilled
He heads for the door

What the player can’t see
Is that on this day
The tables were turned
And the player was played