She Calls

She calls to my senses. My head swims to her song. I am lost in her music. Her pull is so strong. Her spell has entrapped me. She is stealing my heart. I stay here in silence as she weaves her dark art. She captures my mind with her words as she sings. She tells of the pleasure her warm body brings. The softness the firmness the sent of her sweat. She knows I'll fall pray. She has already bet. She does not really love me. It's her form of abuse. For the way that she lures me she has no excuse. She knows nature calls to me she's sure of her craft. She knows at her magic she is rarely surpassed. No one escapes her. She's deadly she's sure. For the song she will sing to you no one's found a cure She's lovely she's crafty You best run while you can, or your life will be over long before it began.