Opposing forces dwell in lifes hidden bends
behind where the smiles begin and the sarcasm ends
Invite the devil to your table and she will sup
all the life out of your loving cup
Criss cross conversations
you hang on broken promises
Tantalised by ice cream prose
truth ignites decadent in its demise
somewhere between moonshine and lies
Shunned from societies niceties
the she spider spins slices of seduction
her destructive temper entices beauty
which melts into despair
fragmenting innocence
Succint and salubrious
her obsidian eyes mask her intent
snake like in her pursuit of lust
Rather cut out your heart
than give this soul deceiver your trust.