I liken thee
to an early morning spider web
delicate
intricate
ravishing
dewy fresh
you sparkle
and vex
kaleidoscope
of patterned manipulation
kohl-lined hazel eyes
burn and smolder
plump, teasing lips
of bitter merlot
raven ringlets
cascade to
exaggerate
your ashen skin
facade
of honeyed sweetness
conceals your bile
men of power and faith
are enfeebled with
one brush of that
graceful hand
spellbound by
a gossamer gown
with hues of jade and umber
clinging to porcelain
breasts and thighs
toast and sip
from your fiendish chalice
behold
your heinous embrace
tragic opulence
the siphon of souls
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