A seductress in a star studded black dress whose trail is the entire sky, skilled in the art of masquerade leaving her lovers lust after her, smitten sighing at her sight, her waning being their plight.
Poetry being the most sensuous seductress, Where words crawl in to snuggle, Verses get cozy to cuddle, Stanzas brush close to kiss, Penetrating the heart, Thus impregnating the Soul.
She conquered his heart But at night She allured his thoughts But in solitude She quenched his thirst But in confidentiality She hoped for some love back In lieu of her Innocence Her chastity Instead, she got paid She got dragged Again and again Only to dampen His wet desires. And see, He got exonerated Spotless At the end But she, Got accused and labelled As a Seductress For the rest of her life.
The twilight beckons, like an enchanting seductress; fading sunlight, a shortlived skin show ; before the enveloping night arrives, to cover its modesty.
She flaunted her curves in front of him along with her seductive charms. She wanted him to grab her by the waist and take her right there on that bed just like everyone else. But he chose not to see the lust in her body. Instead he chose to see the love in her heart. Yes... he fell in love with a seductress!!