Erotic was she,
To bring men to beg and plead.
Lady with the wicked tongue,
Demons bore the words she sung.
Wrapped in that scarlet dress,
Her exquisite breasts open to caress.
And voluptuous lips stained with sins
glowing red, on her devilish grins.
They came to her,
Captured by, the gentle purr.
With that cat like hex,
Leaving rivers of blood on necks.
She, with whitened fangs upon her grin,
Crimson now dripping down her chin;
Drying men of their marrow,
So deadly, like of a poison tipped arrow.
At time of shadows, she preys,
Charming them with that Medusa gaze,
Foolish men, old and young,
That lady with, the wicked tongue.
