Hell looms,
licking her blood red lips, bearing a sultry silhouette,
with a celestial wink, she’s left you weak in the knees, an iron fist pummeling your gut,
extend, infiltrate, breathless, retreat and repeat,
you inhale, drinking in the aroma, the perfume of temptation,
the stroke of debonair fingertips,
the disguised innocence of teeth biting a bottom lip,
the raising of a suggestive brow,
alluring gestures, igniting an appetite for seduction,
where sin meets her prey,
where wicked meets her victim,
where hell looms, enticing you into a dark alley,
you know it’s wrong, but you couldn’t stop… even if you wanted to.
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