Analysis of The Temptress

The temptress on her noon day smiles
 with cadence fought back a tear from her eyes
 the longing and belonging
 the days are coming to hear a song
 to set you on flight with wings to help you get along
 whoever eats Summer's grapes shall be unharmed
 stretch forth your hands to a traffic stop along the emblems far too sent

The temptress laid waste in her proxy bit unpolished
 to bask in the vast expanse of the tropics
 take you away to a beautiful place
 whinding down the ladder
 beg for mercy nor mere chatter
 she dipped her pen in the ink well again
 cold hearts etched in its timeless frenzy exposed