Underneath the scarlet,
Lies a a softer, paler hue,
The simmering seduction,
That you see is fooling you,
That orange glow beneath her gut,
Invites intimidation,
Your morals lying on the floor,
Increase anticipation,
Thoughts begin to wander,
And extend some provocation,
This shallow hold so deeply felt,
Disturbs your meditation,
A guarded stance our spirit holds,
Against this iron mask,
The face of Lady Death seeps through our souls,
Before we ask,
With baited breath we lust to know,
Our fates beyond the grave,
Enthralled into this mystery,
We soon become it's slave,
You hear her tender calls,
And untold sweetness thrills your heart,
Efflorescence underway,
Awakenings seem doomed to stay,
The peacefulness with such allure,
Your open heart meets an open door,
The golden glow of death's first bliss,
Makes love to you with life's last kiss.
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