She is beautiful.. Yet her touch is cold.. Her eyes flicker like fire.. Yet she consumes human souls.. Empty people walking towards her.. Open arms.. Craving her cold hard touch.. One more time.. Then they slowly stop living.. Begin to die.. No longer seeing the fire of warmth in her devils eye. They are only shells to her.. Crack the shell.. Take what is within.. Look for the next victim.. Her beauty always wins.
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Reviews of "Dark Seductress"
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on April 16, 2004
I think I know her too.....*shivers*
Fantastic work Erica......ty, Dani
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on April 16, 2004
well done Erica
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on April 16, 2004
Hi Erica....I know women like this...hahahhaha
great lines here...loved it...floria
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 16, 2004
Awesome! Fantastic! Outta sight! Heavy!(old sixties phrase) Gettin' down! Awesome! Oh, I already said that. Erica, I loved this damn poem.
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Fantastic work Erica......ty, Dani
great lines here...loved it...floria