Temptation deriving from her,
The scent of a woman carries through the skies,
I rise, feeling a rush,
The border line between curiosity and lust,
as she approaches.
I lean close, she leans closer,
I move closest,
Her lips luscious,
Her hips slow motion;
I’m thinking : “keep my composure”
She’s looking like: “keep coming closer.”
I hold her,
She threw her arms over my shoulder,
Then one hand on my chest,
Ripped out my heart,
She gave me a kiss of Death.