arms outstretched
aflame.
Your deepest desire,
to her loves but a
game.
Regal, a beauty
truly untold,
her eyes aflame,
her hair spun gold.
In the flames she
begins her dance,
a pyromaniac bordello,
a dazzling trance.
A woman hell-bent on
her desire,
loving her only
makes you higher.
Adoration, sublimation,
pure unadulterated bliss,
Lost in her smile, drowning
in her kiss.
Subservient, you
will do anything for her love,
But this woman was
not sent, from the one above.
She holds your heart
within her teeth.
Her dagger she
clasps ready to unsheathe,
to plunge into your ungodly
heart,
to rip your soul
completely apart.
She will tear your
world, rip it asunder,
She will leave you
bedazzled and in wonder.
This unholy beauty,
a goddess is she.
The woman of your
nightmares all that she can be.
She is your highest
heaven, but also your deepest hell.
Look in the mirror
my darling, you know this woman well.
She resides within
us all,
My diamond heed her
call.
By Lesley
Patterson AKA Lady Opaque of WritingBeautifully.com
Copyright
03/12/2021
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