Sinner

Look at her.

She is made of sin. 

Her eyes are a constant invitation

to taste her, dark and deep.
Her dark curly hair framing
her dangerous face.

Moving smoothly like a snake

she is prepared to get you

and devour you.

Licking her shiny red lips. 

Her body surrounding you.

Slowly coming closer

whispering in your ear

things you love to hear.

Watery lust.

There is no escape.

Lay down.

Let her have you.

Look at her.

She is made of sin.

You are the sinner.