She's one killer queen captivated within a nest of fire - she's so ****, alluring, her body seductive and bristling with desire.
Smoky eyes, ravish-me red lips, bringing you to your knees - lust, will ensnare you, she seduces with her predatory tease.
Next you're asking her out for a drink, as she clouds your head with her slick oily thighs - minute after minute, you're pulled further into her insidious disguise.
Hunger for flesh controls, drives you on, purity is only skin deep - truth concealed within her curves, accountability on delete.
Oh yeah,
her facade masks a sadistic virus, slowly curdling her elegance to obscene -
she's one angel that's black and dying,
I guess that's why they call her the Killer Queen.
AJ/SJW
IMPORTANT; this is a collaboration between me and a poet previously posted on an app called Opuss - the other poet is called Sienna Williamson (username @sjw) and I hereby declare this poem a shared effort.