"The Enticing Mistress."

Body of an Angel but
the Lips of an Succubus;
deadly with words that
Strangle...

My every bit of Resolve
I try to Resist but all
My Strength and Hope, is
gone

I reach out in Vain to
Escape but this Effort is
Futile as Gradually, I am
Entangled in Her Earthen-
born Wiles

As I give Myself to Her,
She lets out a Sly Smile
Not apparently on the canvas
of Face; but, from within
Her Soul where Her Gifts are
kept away

Ready to be Plied against the
Man Whom She chooses to Usurp
Every bit of His Essence and
Pleasure His Body has to Offer,
She wants to Slurp...

Up; and, Consume it to her fill

Taught in this Fine, "Art of Sex,"

this is Her Craft

And, She'll use it, until she's
Sated at last