• she walks through the door eyes turn and, jaws hit the floor.
    raven hair, green eyes, white skin what manner of of animal or beast lies with in.
    she moves, she sways, captivated the seemed flawlessly stare.
    captured with in her beautifully hypnotic malevolent glare.
    i saw her there contently sitting in her golden chair.
    with her raven hair cascading her soft white shoulder, god in what manned would i give to hold her.
    a smile, a crooked smile, the kind you could see behind the the mask from a mile.
    she had me in her sight, i could not put up a fight
    she took me away, but nothing about her felt quite right.
    after a night of lustful temptation, there is no need for an explanation.
    i am a puppet dancing on her strings, she clipped my once free wings
    she walks through the door, our eyes turn and jaws hit the floor.
    raven hair, green eyes, and white skin. a monster, a demon, is what lies with in.