Her deceptive tainted lips,
unpure.
Her eyes a coaxing bliss,
leaving me unsure.

Her skin soft and smooth,
a fallen angel.
Hair luxurious and gold,
satanís greed.

Heart pumping excitedly,
im nervous.
Keeping habits repeatedly,
thought of her is enticeing.

Laying on her side,
with her armís a snake,
layed on her round hips.
My blood flowing at high tide.
Images of us flashing like clips.
As it goes in it precious dips.

Scorching flames I cannot see,
beat me with great agony.
Her trance I fell upon I tell ye,
made me not willing to be set free.

This, with her, an unforgivable sin,
leads me to face Lucifar and his kin.

Heed my worning all who seek love,
do not cross this monstrosity,
she is not the angel from above.