Temptress

 

Calling to me with idle lips

The pits of her eyes a beckoning chasm

She proceeds, a serpent in motion

Speaking only by evoking speech

 

Hypnotist since gift of birth

Preying upon those weak of heart

By pure design a living drug

I'm altered by her necromancy

 

Mystified by cunning prowess,

I seek a gateway to her soul

Dare of mental chess accepted

The game that guards her fragile core

 

Mind of woman, will of youth

 Sculptured into stunning balance

Poison-riddled antidote

Enriching life at welcome price