Deception

The Deception Beware! Her arms around my neck were cold that was because they were artificial her eyes shone like a diamond in the sun yet with a hint of moonlight serenade and her lips like a damp vulva. Was she an angel And imp Or from the netherworld A Russian spy A robot An Israeli honey trap A failed suicide bomber I felt my way perhaps her vagina was a guillotine I will not complain still got nine fingers left