One in a million

 The temptress...
She is always dressed in red,
Pale skin, juicy leaps, fine breasts
That kind that they call le famme fatale,
Woman worth to die for,
I'd say many have fallen
Few remain
And her venom is like of a black widow spider
Deadly and numbing, such is her love
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