Creation Nymph

Bright green grass clings to her white dress.
Her wings hang behind.
Her long blonde hair as straight as and arrow.
Her blue eyes so very kind.
She lifts one hand and the day turns night.
She tries to rest her soul.
Her purity shines oh so bright.
Her love can lift you from the hole.
The night air is changing.
The grass begins to freeze.
She stands up in fear,
and falls down to her knees.
She lifts her head
to view a winged man.
Glowing red eyes.
He outstretches his hand.
She is so cold.
His hand is so warm.
As she reaches for him,
her soul deforms.
He holds her so close.
Removes security.
Touches her skin
and burns her purity.
His member hard
her opposite swollen.
Once temptation set in,
no need for controlling.
The winged man
needs to be complete.
She opens her soul
and gets to her knees.
Blonde hair to black
blue eyes to red.
She feels so good,
now that she's dead.
He lays her down
and thrusts to penetrate.
She desires more.
Her sanity's to break.
She helps herself
to finally close in.
He feels tense,
soon will it end.
She cries to the heavens
and he roars to hell.
Temptation is never
to hard to sell.

Original by Cara Couch
August 27th 2009