Her...

She was a creature majestic.
Captivating, intimidating.
Her skin was creamy like milk.
Her flaming hair sleek as silk.

Her irises seraphinitic
Held a fire in them blue.
She licked her lips in a vile taunt,
Her lips that mortal souls haunt.

A drop crimson
Escaped them and rolled down her chin.
And rolled a little further more,
Running along her swan-like throat.

She was looking for fun,
You could just see it in those eyes.
As clear as your end
Lurking around the bend.

You ought to have picked up your feet,
Not stood there numb.
Run in crazed terror.
Maybe hide from the awaiting horror.

But you couldn't, you see?
She had you in a trance.
Her spidery, long fingers
On your skin you wished would linger.

The sway of her hips
As she glided over the distance
On her shapely
Legs, the promise you accepted dreamily.

For it was the promise of a kiss,
Lingering and eternal,
Fiery and cold,
Just like the hold

She had on you,
Only inches away now. She
Laid you down on her bed
And painted the unlit night red.