She was the soft spot of a dream
the cherry at the end of the stem
on top off a whipped cloud of lush lust
and whisperd desire
the sticky and the sweet and the drip
of the blood of honey  
the fire of temptation dancing in the devils tounge
the promise of heavenly pleasure
hiding in an angels lips
the kiss of poisoned silk from a spindle lost in time
that stitched forever to tragedy to loss to love to eternity