How A Predator

When and where wobbly women wobble,
shall I be found.
Wherefore and where,
cloaked.
Wantonly, willfully wheedling.
I'm sinfully seeking.
Wiles and wares,
my sharpened wit,
tools of trade.
Predatory perfection.
Warn your women.
For I weave tales and wind minds in circles.
I twist these tawdry tales for delight, depravity.
I spin yarns from yore to titillate and tempt.
Tasteless, tactfully tawdry tales.
I warn you.
There are sick people in the world.
Watch over each other.
I'll watch over you.