Sirens Call

Lips like poison yet still I wanted to kiss,
The shape of her curves I couldn't miss,
You spoke to me with each movement that you made,
As I watch you the rest of the world began to fade,
Lost in a realm of chaos and lust,
Blinded by beauty and left with no senses to trust,
As your nails bite into my skin I felt my inner beast stir,
If passion was the remedy then you are the cure,
Her voice entrances and I want to hear more,
Long black boots climb up past her knees that start at the floor,
The skirt that she wears travels just past her thighs,
The black corset hides a wonderful surprise,
The swell of her breast exposed to tempt and tease,
A dangerous yet inviting smile says she's willing to please,
Some men try to fool her but they fail to realize,
That there rests a cunning mind behind those provocative eyes,
If she chooses to play you'd best hold on tight,
She'll turn your day into night,
Leave you begging for more on bended knees,
Till she has you under her spell and eager to please...