skin tight suit • lush but lean • soot lashed \/\/ eyes of acid green amber flesh of porcelain jet black hair a raven's wing turned up nose pouting lips • you pour a glass you take a sip purest poison in her flask ••• all you have to do is ask • she sidles up • her arts are black • sparks fly as she shreds your back she's a mamma • she's a pet • but she's a snake, so don't forget ••• she'll make you shiver • make you shake • then waits for the bite to take once the woman's sunk a fang • you won't remember where you began everything becomes a blur • then your soul is truly hers as the flames go higher and higher she slithers round your funeral pyre you're so protective and so proud but your sheets become your shroud • they find you lying in your bed mamba bites and you are D E A D
SoulSurvivor (C) 4/12/2014
An old poem from a former site. I needed to do some concrete to take my mind off of things