She calls to my senses.
My head swims in her song
I am lost in her music
Her pull is so strong
Her spell has entrapped me
She is stealing my heart
I sit here in silence
As she weaves her dark art
She captures my mind
With her words as she sings
She tells of the pleasure
Her warm body brings
The softness her firmness
The scent of her sweat
She knows I'll fall pray
She has already bet
She does not really love me
It's her form of abuse
For the way that she lures me
She has no excuse
She knows nature calls to me
She is sure of her craft
She knows at her magic
She is rarely surpassed
No one escapes her
She is deadly and sure
For the song that she sings to you
There is not a cure
I am lost in her song
She has captured my heart
And locked it away
Every bit not just part
She is lovely she's crafty
You best run while you can
Or your life will be over
Long before it began.
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