Don't stop looking.
Feel her skin with your eyes.
She tells you not of the wanting,
Silently she incites your desire.
Black lipstick color adorns her mouth,
And porcelain white her skin.
Gloss that dares defy angels,
You want to live her sin.
Curves that hills may be jealous,
Soft as a feather's touch.
She makes your mind zealous.
Your principles you have forgot.
You want to feel her touch.
Inner animal growls.
She gently bites her lip.
The walls around you go down.
Tear away the white dress,
Bite her thighs, handle her hair.
Your reason to imagination fades,
She hooks you in with her gaze.
What would you give for her?
What price is high enough for that stare?
For a second of her care,
You'd let the world burn in flames.
If you would only dare,
But you don't dare.
You're scared.
Her presence makes you tame.
You want her to walk to you, demanding.
Conditions for rendition of your soul.
With no reason or thought withstanding.
Please Mr Devil, Please God above.
You want her at the cost of your soul.
There is nothing more.
No diamonds, no gold.
You blood rushes to the thought.
One touch, just one touch.
And she knows.
She smiles at you, complacent.
She can feel all your woes.
Your sexual impulse,
Your inner thoughts.
She knows your fears,
She knows you whole.
Her warm skin she caresses,
To fish the heart of men.
To trap their minds she blows kisses,
Although she harbors disdain.
For the love that she denies men,
Was also denied to her.
The woman she loved then,
Would not love other women.
And her heart was laid broken,
The pieces she couldn't repair.
And bitterness was the ointment,
She used to fill the void in her.
For hearts and souls do not always match.
And the violin stricken at the cord.
And in hiding our minds collapse.
To the depths of pain with no words.
A cruel pleasure must take place,
To fish men without pudor.
To remind herself they're to blame,
Of her Black Lipstick Color.