Jez

They surrounded the dais like a pack of ravenous dogs
From front to rear the place was completely jammed
Ready for the show and ready to pay with all they had
With their preferred currency: the souls of the damned

She came on stage wearing a pair of ankle high boots
Made out of human flesh meshed with a black stitch
With nine inch heels that were made to look like nails
Like those of the crucifixion, that blasphemous bitch

Along with the loud music they all shouted and greeted
Welcoming the she wolf to her dance like she’s on the hunt
Baring her upside down cross tat that ran down her belly
With the crown ending on her crotch, that sacrilegious cunt

She had an athletic body, nothing like none had seen
Everyone wanted to be up close to the enchantress
She would not only seduce them both mind and body
But she would also perform a ritual of a praying mantis

There was heat in the beat as much as fire in her eyes
When she slithered on the floor with her ass in the air
Her gaze could penetrate you, like fucking your soul
She’d grind it and chew it then spit it out without a care

Then she creeped and crawled back toward the pole
Her hair whipping, her body writhing so seductively
Her long legs and strong arms seemed to float in mid air
Lithely whirling and straddling up and down compulsively

And every time she did a split it seemed to hypnotize
Their eyes stared at the clam hidden behind her thong
Each move seemed to say a word or call out a name
As they threw their money her way amid the throng

At times she hung upside down twirling round and round
Defying gravity with perfect posture and flawless pose
Showing her skills that even gave the demons the chills
Somewhere between orgasmic sighs and deathly throes

They yelled and screamed out her name over and over
They had fallen in love with the famous Jezebel
And if she didn’t like whatever money they flung.
She had the influence to have them called back to Hell