Jezebel

Sultry and salacious, with skin like seduction
Without unction, her words flow like silk on the river Nile
Her smile was ivory and her heart was crimson,
The skin on the nape of her neck was soft to the touch
Without a blush, she let loose her name
The utterance of which would keep only the purely insane confined to the ground on which he stood
Like the champion of champions, she preyed on the strong
With an iron will that ripped through the being to expose the weak
She was fool’s gold, promise without substance
Still the thought of her alone leaves knees weak, hearts beating,
And ears itching at utterance of the word ‘love’
At the sound of which unbelief disappears like bats in the night sky
And restraint is unfettered,
Leaving hands to lead and touch to do the rest
She, the master of emotion and rational, turns men to pillars
I, strong hearted but not strong willed, am ripped to shreds by her gaze
A damnation born of want,
lust is a powerful thing