Gothic Girl

As the velvet darkness falls A gothic girl illuminates her black candles Creating a shade overturn atmosphere Dressed in raven latex and fishnet stockings Wearing black lipstick and eyeshadow looking succulent A pierced tongue and a chock chain around her neck, you know she's perverse Her perfume smells like a weeping winter With cardinal highlights in her hair Complimenting her pale  snow white completion She's a mythic women, wanting love Someone relating to her darkened world She'll be embraced, a sweet caresses A kiss that goes deep, exploiting her flickering lure Sipping blood-red wine Penetration from a lover of death She lets out her dulcet sounds Biting down on delicate skin, bare each others mark The smell of potent sex is intoxicating Filling the room She who is fain learns to give into the pleasure Carrying her trance soul The taste of her inside your mouth will remain Continuing to prowl her inner sanctum Peculiar seduction shall be her art An enigma of feminine beauty