Kiss of DeathA Poem by Dream WeaverRe-titled.. Re-edit
She reigns with passion though timorously enticing gestures. Spewing riddles all the while her vortex lures you in. She’s a charismatic spinster spinning her web of deceit. Be cautious one glance you’re snagged with creeping death.
Her eyes a beacon of blissful banter. Her scent that of a decaying rose. Such intuitive romantic behavior befalls any and all. Beware the kiss of this amorist widow. Seduction her visual pleasure, as she lies in wait for you to be tangled in trepidation.
You falter but her attraction too powerful too rapid. Just one kiss is all you ask as the consummation so irresistible begins to unfold. You abruptly plea for what will be the last breath of your existence;
“The Kiss Of Death”
© 2013 Dream WeaverAuthor's NoteReviews
|
Stats
769 Views
24 Reviews Added on September 16, 2010 Last Updated on April 26, 2013 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|