Deadly Case of Lust

She was a body of twisted kisses.
A deadly case of Deja Vu.
Hypnotized by her lusty redened lips.
There was nothing else I could do.
She was a petite buxom temptress.
I, a mountain of a man.
With scowling eyes of menace.
But she froze me stone cold silent.
In my blackened tooth grin.
That diva was a professional.
She was a wrecking ball of sin.
I was sweating bullets.
At the edge of her darkness.
My life in her hands.
As she feed off my strapping carcous.
And it was fatal attraction.
Bringing me one step closer to death.
And rising to a fury of critical limits.
Her twisted lips stole my last breath.
I lay there in a scarcity of silence.
In a fate of destruction and doom.
I was living in perils of mayhem.
As she snuffed out my life soon.
She was the mighty queen of evil.
Ordained in leather and lace.
But don't you be fooled.
By her beautiful evangelical face.
She'll lay every man's soul.
To waste.