The Wrath Of Venus ( Co-Write with Apollo ( TMA) )

Venus must have been feeling uncommonly generous when she formed you.
Or especially spiteful

I haven't made up my mind yet

Because there you go looking like a slice of moonlight
With features formed out of a day dream

A pair of eyes that could paralyze
With a gaze that could bring a grown man to his knees

She's got the Siren's song in her walk
Leading countless fools to their undoing

For she's got a heart made out of mist
You can never quite hold on to it


Her name is Circe... and Helen... and Delilah

Depending on the damsel you need to dwell in the vacant chambers of your lonely heart.

She searches the outcasts of any man's broken past and transforms into his six foot fantasy
With a face so beautiful that Mona Lisa hides hers whenever she walks by.

Leaving promises growing in the traces of her footsteps for all the lustful Gratels like myself to ponder upon until she captivates us with the sexiness that screams out of her dress
And serenading whispers that echo along the corridors of our empty souls

Her touch makes me open my mouth wide enough for my pride to slip down my throat and start doing the most degrading things a man will ever do for a woman

I'm just another stray dog; schackled to the chains of her beauty, addicted to the pleasure that ricochets through my body whenever she lets me slide through the doorway of heaven on earth.

Fools congregate to worship at her feet. I place my heart on her altar as a burnt offering, along with countless others who have had the unfortunate pleasure of laying eyes on her.

I get high off her skin, her eyes send me into oblivion, her voice is distilled ecstacy

Brand me her slave,  Call me her fool, Tag me her sycophant. but I know
Any man who comes across her; no matter how old or young, rich or poor, broken or whole... cannot resist

And he will surely suffer... The Wrath of Venus.