Jezebell

She invites herself into every man's home wearing red lipstick and a thong.

Letting every man's sinful hands stroke her long.

Long enough to inflict the poison of sin and adultery into their veins.

Long enough to drive their hormones insane.

She gasps in awe as she met the man that can love her in bondage.

The man that can lay into her like an uncontrollable savage.

 She lets this man caress her soft nipples long enough for him to feel a ripple in his hands.

She could've help, but scream in ectasy as the man touched every part of her body that made her tingle.

Her feet kicked the shingles, so high that they were bound to fall down.

She knew that this savage loved her, but one man was not enough to fill this Jezebell's appetite.

 She couldn't help but desire to bite every man's weak souls out of them and write about how goodbher escapades were that night.

 She poured acid on this beast of a man and watched him burn and scream in agony.

She cut out his heart and stole it, committing larceny.

She licked it and ate it.

She knew that with only one man she couldn't raise hell in another man's relationship as a jezebell.

Constantly flaunting her assets to enter another man's testicules.

She was a radical when it came to being the biggest slut on earth.

She didn't care as long as her services and body was paid its worth.

She enjoyed selling her body to sinners.

She couldn't careless as long as she was the breadwinner, paperchaser, heartbreaker and risktaker.

 Love wasn't an option when it came to fulfilling her sexual qualities.

Qualities that no man would come to fulfill not even bringing her the finest if Lililies.

 The body of a jezebell was built for one thing and that's putting a hex on every man to have sex with her.

She was truly an entity created by the devil himself to draw innocent souls to him.

She had no boundaries when it came to emotions.

She had no emotions that could ever stop her from going through with her actions.

She must have been something that came strictly out of Pandora's box.

To bad they key to lock this unorthodox creature is gone.

This jezebell is the epitome of a sex slave that leads a man and his wallet to the grave.

The aadvocate for the souless and the voice for the heartless.

Every man she came upon  she would undress for them and give them a strip tease.

Something that would ease the mind of the sleaziest man.

As long as she catered to their fantasies she knew she had them at her every whim.

She knew that the future with their unknowing wives were grim.

 She felt on top of the world until one unfamiliar man graced her presence.

 She could sense that he was different from any other man that made her the essence of their existence.

He wasn't the type to give in to her easily as she thought.

In fact she fought to bring a breakthrough to this man.

 He walked to the jezebell and embraced her and whispered to her saying its over.

He stabbed her in the heart and she fell on the ground.

 No, it can't be you she replied.

 Yes, Belle it's me the one who stayed true.

The evil spirit will go to hell along with your soul.

She screamed no, but why?

You ruined the lives of every guy you've come across and I won't let you hurt anyone again.

The evil spirit flew out of Belle and screamed I will never die.

The sun rises in the sky and the evil spirit burnt to pieces.

The man walked over to his once true love.

He screamed there will never be another.

He kissed her on the lips and her body began to fade away turning to dust in its path.

The wrath has escaped Belle's soul and now peace is on earth.