She kept the poison, hidden in a vile
Suspended, between her enticing breasts
Seduction was her vanity, and her alluring charm
Irresistible to men, vexing her calculating mind
Causing her to abhor them, and invoke a deep hate
Triggering an incredulous, cool sardonic smile
Gathering lovers into her captivating coil
To smite them blind, with her deadly attention
While they are writhing in her wanton bed
With an obsidian dagger, embedded in their chest
The harlot dances, intoxicated and warped
Murder, the aphrodisiac in her blasphemous head
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
Author's Note: The In the Weird Series
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