THE ANGEL OF DEATH.
A touch of skin
Feels smooth and soft as fabric made of silk
Cosmetics highly enhance her beauty
...
Which
even
without she's still drop dead gorgeous
Like a mesmerizing perfect piece of art
Her fragrant smell,the scent of Her flesh
So alluring like indulging to the pleasures of climax
She
dresses
seductively yet her style is
laced
with class and elegance
The
red
tone color of her lipstick
Traces a lighten enticing shade
To her bright Colgate smile
You can't blame her for her beauty
She wins hands down
She won't deny where she came from
You can see it in her pride
As told by The raven in her eyes
Born poor without a sliver spoon
Yet extremely determined to thrive on any obstacles
She put on her stockings and shoes
For She had nothing to lose
Even
if it meant destroying homes
Dreams were forgot and gold was the course
When she knew how to walk
Her innocence was lost
Her warm smile and inviting hypnotic eyes
Perfectly disguise her cold heart
She specialize in telling lies
When she speaks she can bring your mind to orgasms and climax wedding under 100
A con artist that can sell dreams
Feed you lies and blind you with ignorance
Her face never shed a tear through her scandalous eyes
Skilled in making men bow to her as Queen
A predator that makes her prey weak
On her bed evil dwells her house is cursed
She shook hands with the devil
To seal their agreement
She's broken many marriages and torn families
Unsuspecting fools whom dare to open their homes for her
Shall soon crumble and succum to a painful death
A price to pay for minutes of pleasure
Others play games with the heart
But she plays a deadly game with your soul
Beware of the spirit of Jezebel
Looks like a Princess in her
red
Dress
Beware of the Angel of Death.
SHALOM.
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