Femme Fatale

I am a dagger, drizzling, in mystery.
Strange creature.  Alluring creature.  Seductive creature.
A fiery rebel lives in me.
Fangs sink deep, to rip you, eagerly.
Luscious, Egyptian eyes of night,
burning by candlelight.
Gaze deep, into my sensuous aura, I dare you.
I cannot be forsaken.
I pierce the night, with your blood.
Red chiffon touch, teases your skin, hysterical.
How do my wings feel?
Kiss the taste of blood, red lips, dripping
from my sultry mouth.
Swim to the curve of my hips.
Crawl to the arch of my back.
I am the tantalizing mouth of temptation.
Smoldering claws of pleasure, hold you to my prison,
high in a temptress castle.
No windows.  No sound. No escape.
Hide while you can.  Hide behind your fear.  Hide behind your face.
Velvet saliva, envelopes you
Fascinating creature.  Captivating creature.  Enticing midnight,
under a serious, voluptuous moon.
Trapped in a whirling frenzy, to a high seclusion.
No one to free you.  No one to save you.  No one to hear you.
Can I destroy the memories to your past?
Do you want to be free?
The shadow of crimson roses emerge.
Grow, tender vines, tie my prey.
I cannot be forsaken, twice.
Inhale the spicy scent of my fire.
Fulfill, your every desire.
I see the flames in your gaze, howling.
Madness absorbs passion.
Passion absorbs madness.
Charming creature.  Stiletto creature.  Enamoring creature.
Do you feel the delectable burning of your body?
Come, drink from my deadly nectar.
It will leave you obsessing, hopelessly, for my delicate poison.
Silky venom, has you impaled, to the thorny bed
of flaming roses.
Plunge into my private spell.
Electric white arousal, becomes flushed, to a bittersweet submission.
At long last, you are mine.
Remain a constant prisoner, to my flourishing, feminine power, my femme fatale.
Relish the midnight, under the pale, satisfied moon.
Ravishing creature.  Enchanting creature.  Strange creature.