She appears so very fair and divine,
With a smile that could crush a million souls.
I only wish she could truly be mine,
With her eyes like diamonds,
My heart she stole.
Lips so full and bosoms so ripened,
She devoured me whole.
Her flawless physique, a dusky rose.
The way she ambles, is a sight so alluring.
Majestic she is, and that, oh lord she knows.
Shatter my hear and with the pain,
I would be patiently enduring.
For heaven itself, I found beneath her folds.
A temporary bliss, a pleasure that seemed infinite.
Drawn away, I found myself adrift,
Contemplating losing myself in those almond eyes,
but they brightly lit.
I saw it all, saw it then,
That fair face, bearing a devilish grin.
Her wretched heart completely exposed,
Through those stony eyes, I saw my end.
My love; behold her wretched heart sought only to destroy.
Those of whom her beauty capture.
Still, the destruction brought about and aching joy,
For with her paying heed at all, she brings about rapture.
Amongst this vehemence was immense agony,
Nevertheless all you sense is pure ardour.
It hits you subsequently,
Beneath her dazzling exterior, lies a blackened indestructible Armour.
One would die to perforate,
Just to discern her veracious endearment,
But you realize it a little too late.
For what she indeed desire, she acquires,
Whilst you draw your last breath.
Ah, she is a sweet sweet liar,
The malevolent angel of death.
