She Is the Death of You

She is heavenly beauty incarnate and all that men could dare to dream. She speaks in murderous silence and causes echoes wherever she goes. She does not walk no, no she glides upon the ground each step a blessing to the soil and the lining on the stream. Hearts pound and minds sing aloud to the whisper of greatness that each good man knowns. The scent of her skin mocks the aroma of a thousand roses and the breeze longs to perpell her smell like heat in the desert. And when she opens her mouth to speak her words, the melody and harmony in each word creates a trance. Your left there trapet and agreeing to every gesture u see her make and full of life all you desire is her presence for dessert. Lost and captivated, intreguied beyond saving and right as your mind and conscious fades away you remember. The lonely nights and happy mornings the cold bed and warm heart you once had right before you are one word away from giving in you open your eyes and see. You see all you ever wanted infront of you but all you need fading away in the background vapourising like a silent whisper and right at that moment you see the serpent of your ambition and the dragon of your desires. As she leans of you to take away you last form of resistance you see all your hope and tranquility vanish and you know in your heart that you were amongst the fools who traded pleasure for destiny and then......your no more but a memory as significant as the morning dew.