She Is Temptation
She is a beast,
the one that would make you speak.
She is the fire,
the hot, heavy doll from hell.
She taunts you into her web,
grabs you by the heart and twist it.
Only to seduce you into submission,
makes you wanna cry for help.
Teasing is her weapon,
as she parts the crimson velvet curtains.
A dance that makes you stare,
You would not lose sight of her.
How can the lights as red as blood make her look more devilish?
How can someone bring you down to your knees?
A weak mortal fool would do anything,
To make the temptress feel like a goddess that she is.
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