Whore Adore

Her devilish eyes keep the honest man wondering if lounges in the nude
I can’t see any scales but I’m sure there’s horns under her hair
Tempt me taste me
There’s plenty of evil to share with her
Kissing goes on and on
Until the lust is gone
With gifted touch she holds your emotions in a bottle air tight and plastic
sealed
One last breathe of simple defeat then she’ll scratch you off the list
Number 3 or 13 is better than dead last
Should’ve known you’d tag along like the rest of the idiots
Tearing men to shreds with every bite she takes
Forget amends they’ll also break
The whore I adore
Closer to the deadly strike
Poisonous fingers wipe off the itch of frustration
Troublesome
Clenching with solid might
Forever loosing the fight
Stop showing how much it hurts
That’s just something else she likes