The Dance

She was young and naive, easy to deceive, Delicate and faint, some what a saint. Hungry for change, in some ways just strange, Open for new, oh what that would do. A sinister smile, met her one night. Eger to feed his own appetite, Eyes like hawk, Physique of a snake, Words whispered out, “Hi my name is Jake.” The days she thought she was missing, Blinded by all their ravishing kissing, Passion had its fall, When she realized there was no ball. She should have lost both her slippers, Since price charming, became Mr. Ripper. Sometimes love pays a price, When it was lust that made her initially enticed. From the moment he seemed to ask her name, She did not realized she entered a game, All of this seemed exciting and new, For a second, it was like a dream come true. He continued to pursue her all through the late hours, Even went and picked her some burgundy flowers. Preparing her heart to accept his invite, They had entered into the twilight. The days she thought she was missing, Blinded by all there ravishing kissing, Passion had its fall, When she realized there was no ball. She should have lost both her slippers, Since price charming, became Mr. Ripper, Sometimes love pays a price, When it was lust that made her initially enticed. He asked her to dance under the crescent moon, Then gently kissed her, and began to consume. All of the breathe inside of her lips, As he held tight to her lovely hips, She gasped for air, but he didn’t stop, When suddenly, there was a little pop She fell to the ground, With no one around, He kissed her goodnight, After his bite. BY: