Red lips upon a smiling facade
The vices, they fade
Temptation, she whispers
She calls you to sleep with the vipers
Body matted with beauty
Douched in deceit
The seduction she repeats
Come hither
She slithers
With a forked tongue
She catches you with her song
Now rest armored archer
You will never wake here
Tried something else... Its lame...
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
