Temptress

Trouble is not her intention,though trouble guides her hand
The vixen in the garden, a pit of sinking sand.


She lures them in with hunger,and her fruit is like a drug.
One taste and they’ll remember, for several years to come.


In her presence they forget you, the simple girl they love
For she is a wild creature, cursed with mystic blood.


In them she ignites a fire,that will never fully die
She’ll speak their name so plainly, yet the blaze will come alive.


She fights so hard against it,but the fates set her a Muse,
And in Men she bores a yearning, for the grandiose and new.


Little quiet darling, please don’t hate her charm.
For Nymphs are only borne at the hands of pain and harm.


Once she was a child, innocent and new
But the god’s envied her smile, and took what they sought due


They lead her to his doorstep,a young-ling five years old.
He forced her to his chamber to do as she was told.


Too long it was he took her,every Sunday night;
And by seven she knew the secret, to man’s every delight.


Now she walks among us, a Siren unto men
Her laughter is their weakness, a brilliant blazing gem.


Her features are of beauty,her mind beyond compare.
Her passion is unfailing, and her love a fairy-tale.


Her gaze will captivate them,the eyes that see their soul;
And they will love to love her, but never as their own.


The moon presides within her,a light a midst the dark
Empathy her spirit, and a Fury for her heart.


So do not hate her for it, when your lovers call her name;
Temptress is her nature, and the fates are those to blame.


Desire is her breeding, and sex her scent of skin;
Her lips are made of morphine,and her eyes seduce them in.


But all she wants is freedom,to live her life with ease.
To have never know that doorstep, or the man she had to please.