Red Rita Sorrow

RedRita,RedRita as red as her margarita. So beautiful they whisper the men. Little do they know she is only a sin. Not as cold as ice nor as hot as fire but warm and scented to mens desires. She is the eve that adam could never look away.She is the apples skin as ripe and luious as her lips. She is the snake that coils arounds the tree of knowlege sithering with her sliky smooth scales. She is all there hopes and though her they are inspired. A dress so bright and red makes other women hate and dread the woman say that her beauty is her weapon and her curse. For to much attention form other's will make them bold, couragous, and stupid. They give their love by taking there life's a battle that brought tears to her eyes. Her beauty was not only her gift but her wisdom was very sharp and o-so swift she made her self turn from the air to the wind them would make her disapear no lovely tunes were allowwed into their ears but shallow lives and glass tears. Her vanishment was more than they feared their was no life only sigh's.