The Poisonous Temptress

Poison. I knew she was poison when I met her,

Her eyes were cold and body was slender.

She walked with a grace that could deceive,

But her darkness was something to believe.

Her lips whispered secrets, her touch was cold,

Her presence made me feel lesser, as if I was sold.

She crept into my soul, a toxin seeping deep,

Her aura was intoxicating, something I couldn't keep.

I awoke in the night, gasping for air,

Her image was there, haunting my nightmare.

Her fingers dug deep, clawing at my soul,

Her voice was like a serpent, sly and cold.

The poison had spread, consuming my soul,

I was trapped in a web, no longer whole.

The pain was unbearable, I could not flee,

For I had succumbed to her, a demon in me.

Poison. I knew she was poison when I met her,

Now I'm trapped forever, my fate sealed with her.

The horror of her power, a fate worse than death,

For I will always be under her spell, until my last breath.