JezebelShe may be a damsel,But they call her Jezebel,Sylph of ecstasy,She's men's fantasy,Eyes of hers gentle,Yet quite subtle,She has deific skin,The look of a virgin,Her sin is pride,But lust inside,She's a brainteaser,All Romeos' pleaser,She's love mistress,Your faithful adulteress,Passion she induces,By the way she seduces,She's an aphrodisia,Draws you in euphoria,She's Lady of the evening,The one you've been wanting.
Lady CharadeAloof she may be,But her frailty you don't see,At day solemn she appears,At night like Niobe all tears,Under her mask of stoicism,She's a portrait of narcissism,But her words betray her heart,That is slowly breaking apart,From acquaintance to friend,A helping hand you did extend,But from confidant to lover,Her feelings you failed to discover,You left her in Gordian knot,To untie herself she knew not,For then her heart had no chastity,It crossed the lines of mere amity,Cruel Cupid bathes her in tears,Bow and arrow cut like spears,But she now learns to retaliate,From Hubris how to be sedate,Proud damsel h
SpellAmidst darkness and despair,The sorceress with long hair,Came with a helping hand,Which I took without demand,She raised me from an abyss,Drained my tears with a kiss,Brought a smile on my face,With her tender embrace,She brightened every night,By blowing out the candlelight,She ceased in me every fear,Then to me she became dear,We soon started a love affair, Together we formed a pair,She lured me in her charm,Tempted by her body so warm,She made me know pleasure,From which I couldn't abjure,She drowned me in another abyss,But one which was of only bliss,Amidst ecstasy and elation,She was gone in a se
Malice"Pus as yellow as tulips",I carry the tune on my lips,"Blood as red as roses","Sweet to tongues, foul to noses",River full of rotten corpses,Floating adrift, baring bruises,There I throw a feast to the flies,"Go! I say, "Savor your cherry pies!"I've known the joy of killing,While holding the neck of a weakling,Upon preys' fear I am fed,So at any cost don't dread!
Love.