Her dark black hair cascaded down her back.
Her vanilla scented skin lured me in.
Her hips swung in a seductive attack.
She seemed designed to tempt me into sin.
Though she could evoke such feelings of lust.
Her soul had a coldness made of pure snow.
Fleeing from her was an absolute must.
Any rational person knew to go.
Yet her presence could leave any mind blank.
Her pouty lips draining life from my mouth.
That hypnotizing touch had made me sank
My kisses soon traveled further down south.
Her coldness froze me forever in place.
Evil temptation was carved on her face.
