Lips of red
A sinful smirk
And eyes of the serpent
Tongue of silver
A river of tears in your path
A lover of jealous wrath
With a lustful fever
Of a sinner who’ll never repent
You always know what will work
To get them in your bed
Finger wrapped
They fall for your pretty lies
And the softness of your sighs
As they worship between your thighs trapped
Seeking ambrosia in the folds of pink flesh
And tasting the golden fruit fresh
With delightful glee
Unaware of the damage done
Without care of what you are about to be
If they only knew they would run
Your the wolf at the door
Scratching to get in
You’re a woman and more
The fifth horseman of the apocalypse
Honey dipped in sin
And still the last taste on every lovers lips