***********Totally fiction************

Your beauty, is but an illusion,
Inside you're a demon,
A hideous creature of prey,
Preying on men, blinded from reality,
Unable to visualize, the truth.

Your fresh, magnificent scent,
Is a masquerade, of maggot stench,
Your sweet lips and juicy tongue,
Are as, it's written, in the good book,
Within, you are as bitter, as wormwood.

You disguise, your unholy ways,
Like a venomous spider,
With webs and traps,
Of illuisons.

You are, what fairy tales, are molded after,
Good and evil,
You being without a doubt,
Evil.

What I thought, were loving whispers,
In the heat, of a summer night,
Were soft siren's wails
Of the unknown darkness.

Mesmerizing me,
Into your unwanted world,
What seemed, like a gentle embrace,
Were your claws, digging in,
Deep into my soul.

Holding me down, with demonic paws,
Playing with me,
As a cat, plays with it's prey,
What you were, unaware of,
Is that I, know true love.

Each night, before I retire,
I pray,
To the Lord, for my soul to keep,
As I drift, into a gentle heavenly sleep.

By: William Bonilla.....2/22/03