Mademoiselle the Temptress

She was beautiful and warm Her presence is overwhelmingly welcoming Every time she pressed her fingers to her lips I would melt further into the throne of my heart Every time she caressed my hands to her hips Eros grips tighter and creates another work of art Apart from the euphoric mezmiration she created Most of what I love about her faded She was dark and cold With her legs crossed and her hands folded Her smile was crooked upon what she was told Mold on wood could shake loose upon her arrival Blankly animated, she sits in the center of the room I was convinced enough she had the Devil in her that if her mouth were to open, she would reveal a forked tongue Among her altered persona, I still found her irresistible It was infuriating Between Eros whispering in my ear and my eyes caressing her legs and kissing her neck My eyes shuttered like a multi-shot camera I start to sweat and it’s getting hard to swallow I unwillingly follow her down the dark-lit corridor Her hands running along the walls on both sides She looks back at me a few times Her face still blank and her eyes like ice It feels like forever as I follow her The walls seem to close-in, the further we go Tapering to our destination We arrive I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt Still shaking, I melt as she places my hand on her thigh Her soft lips press to mine The feelings divine but everything goes black I’m back in the room where we were before Quivering and shaking in a cold sweat She told me, “Don’t fret, I’ll make it go away” Places her hand on my eyes and tells me to stay The shaking stops I feel warm again She feels warm again But she was still dark As we locked lips, I became sedated Jaded by the drug her lips fed me As we further immersed ourselves, everything goes black again And Eros smiles as he puts the finishing touch on his newest work of art Knowing we’re together and will never break apart