Lilith

Her dark, luscious hair flows majestically with the wind.

Her oval perfect face glows and radiates even in the darkest deep.

Her bottom as round as the most perfect sphere.

Swaying her hips at your gawkiness,

She flaunts her milkish creamy skin to your widened gaze.

Adorned with the finest of gems,

Laced with the tiniest of fabrics,

Sashaying to your bewilderment.

She is your bane.

She is the deceptive serpent that numbs your rational mind.

Blank you stand, as if met by a stumbling block.

You suddenly are void of humanly behaviour.

Sane thoughts, blotted from your mind.

But carnal pleasures with her you dream.

Sweet words she whispers into your longing ears.

Sweet smooches she showers upon your brow,

sending goosebumps through your spine.

Closing your eyes, your weapon rises from your groin, dribbling wet with the first liquid.

She bares her hips as you introduce your manhood into her waiting bud.

Poor soul, the seductress is the mother of demons.

Alas! All hope is lost.

Your breath is being sucked away her tongue as sharp as a sword, laced with the deadliest of venoms.

She is the nightmare that disguises herself to a ribboned package.

Unleash the cords that bind her,

Lo! And, behold her true nature surfaces.

Vile creature of hollow earth.

Chained when the battle for earth was won.

Bound with the roughest titanium metal.

How by heavens did she break free?

Now, and evil is unleashed upon the earth once more.

Again, men of weak hearts bow at her feet,

Totally besotted and kissing her skin. Supplicating before the very one that comes to rip their hearts out of their chests.

She has played you into her clutches.

And now, her sharp claws clench your helpless neck.

Gasping for air, you stare into her eyes.

The once-glittering orbs, now blood red and ice cold.

An inferno burns deep inside them anew.

The more you stare, the more she eats your soul away.

She got you at your weakest moment.

Pleasures of the flesh are indeed the greatest weakness of the son's of men.

You stare in regret, but it's too late.

Alas! Meet your end.

For the son of man has fallen once more.

The end is upon us.

The heavens help us all.