Tapestry of Her Soul

She floats like a dark radiant mist
Leaving lip prints everywhere she kissed
Above and around then she prowls
The wolf within her silently howls

Although they cannot see her here
Her scent reveals that she is near
They can sense her gaze upon their flesh
Peering through her black gown of mesh

Sewn of thread died in ancient darkness
From all the men she has possessed
Collecting their unsuspecting souls
Waltzing past in dancing shadows

Unhidden smiles beneath transparent eyes
Transforming her face into a fractured disguise
The wolf within tracks her prey and never sleeps
Harvesting their passions with the secrets she keeps

Men rarely feel her coming, then can't let her go
Revealing dirty dreams when her dark winds blow
Her thirst goes unquenched from the gents she sucks
But steals lustful desires from each one she fucks

Secure within their lustful minds
Cloaked underneath a fog that blinds
She sees through their whispers and lies
Into their most intimate thoughts she pries

Then further into their deepest fears
Gathering every dark secret she hears
Using each morsel for their seduction
Then adding their balls to her collection

For after each lover cums in her cunt
They become a trophy of her twisted hunt
Every sin becomes another thread
Stitching her portrait till she's lonely and dead

Woven in the tapestry of her soul
Is the need for domination and cuntrol
She spreads open wide to get what she wants
Then triggers the fears of the minds that she haunts