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.
