My ebony eyes have an allure,
That you will not resist.
The plane in which I inhabit
Is full of mystery-won't you join?
My lips are chilled with
A distinctly anxious gloss,
That you will not resist.
A glance invites the unknown,
As caution fades from your breath.
Fear is slowing you down...
Take my hand as a promise,
That you will not resist.
Only for so long
Is resistance an option.
Weakness will get the best of you,
As you become lost.
Internal conflict will try
To destroy your senses.
Resistance may come at a price-
Time will decide what you pay.
