Thursday, February 24, 2011

Devil In A Minidress

He's drawn in
By her sweet scent.
But he stands blind
To her true nature--
She is but a beast.
Ugly to the core,
Yet he mistakes beauty
For her form.
He speaks delicately
As not to scare her off.
All while she laughs
And stares off.
Anyone could take his place
Another man, with another face.
It's all the same.
They end in turmoil.
Her ways cause the blood to boil.
She thinks it to be a joke.
It is not God
Who has caused her soul to be broke.
She frollics in the flames
Of her deepest desires.
She draws them all in
With her scant attire
And her honey drip dialect
Nobody can figure out
Where she's from...
Like you she knows
The rights from wrongs.
She knows how to sing
The loveliest songs.
And bring you near
Without any fear.
She's hidden the horns
And the monster within.
And she knows how to mask
The appearance of sin.
And here you are
Caught in her sights.
She's going to have you
When she brings you home tonight.

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