Eve

Pale poccelain skin

blood red lips

long blonde hair

and strawberry hips.

 

She beckons to you

come so close not less

take a look, perfection

a goddess, a temptress.

 

Cunning dark eyes

an intelligent mind

she knows what you need

exactly the right kind.

 

She whispers softly

just one little taste

such sweet seduction

there can be no haste.

 

Too late it was lies

no heart just a void

too late you were fooled

now you are destroyed.

 

Just

one

little

taste.....

Reviews

[Dianah]

A delicious tale of fatal seduction. I love how this peters out at the end.

[Kelley]

And sometimes thats all it takes...." Just one taste"
I loved this poem and it drew me in as I read it.
Great write! Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Brandon]

Very nicely written. Great piece.