Death of a Saleslady

she was a seller of thoughts
the taker of time
she would crawl inside your mind
and lead you to the edge

she was the creator of dreams
the Odessa of voyages
her touch drew you closer
standing on the ledge

her kiss was a serpents bite
poison on your lips
it was only the beginning
now you were trapped

she could lead you anywhere
her wish your command
you would beg for just one more
until you were firmly slapped

you finally realize you awaken
the mind begins to clear
you begin to see the evil of her ways
her purposes rather shady

the spell has finally been broken
the end of wildest dreams
she has been cast out of your world
the death of a saleslady

Gomer LePoet....