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A Night With the Temptress

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

Set the Mood


Her eyes could burn holes through diamond,

And so she burned holes straight to my heart.

I was defenseless in the face of her charms,

But this pain she caused was only the start.

Her fingers could tickle even the most stoic,

And so she ran them down my chest.

Shivers did run up and down my spine,

No more could I say except she’s the best.

Her body could warm the coldest of marble,

And so she pressed herself to mine.

My frigid exterior melted by her passion,

Made vulnerable to carnality divine.

Her beauty was a veil to a blaring truth,

And so I thought this was my desire.

Entwined in the journey of unforgiving sin,

I didn’t see myself being consumed by fire.

Her time with me had left me hollow,

And so she left me a shell of a man.

On to the next unsuspecting fool,

Who would fall to her master plan.