She Calls
She calls to my senses.
My head swims to her song.
I am lost in her music.
Her pull is so strong.
Her spell has entrapped me.
She is stealing my heart.
I stay 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 the firmness
the sent 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's sure of her craft.
She knows at her magic
she is rarely surpassed.
No one escapes her.
She's deadly she's sure.
For the song she will sing to you
no one's found a cure
She's lovely she's crafty
You best run while you can,
or your life will be over
long before it began.
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