(A Tale Of Temptation, Ruin, & The Inescapable Weight Of Desire)

Her skin, the twilight’s whispered prayer,
A sable silk spun rich and rare,
The dusk itself lay woven there,
Dark beauty, lush beyond compare.

Her breasts, twin suns with molten heat,
Two perfect rounds of peril sweet,
A touch—an ember’s sly deceit,
Yet men would burn for such a treat.

Her curves, a sculptor’s frenzied dream,
Each valley carved in bronzed supreme,
A shadowed swell, a sinful theme,
That swayed in tides of carnal steam.

Her lips—two cherries bathed in sin,
A well of wine to drown within,
One sip, the world begins to spin,
One taste, the end must now begin.

I swore that I would walk away,
Yet fate’s cruel hands had bids to play,
Her whispers made the night obey,
And so, I knelt where demons stay.

Her moans were winds that kissed the flame,
Her thighs, the chains, her hips, the shame,
She branded me, she carved her name,
And in her arms, I bled my claim.

But in the dawn, steel found my chest,
A husband’s blade, a crimson jest,
She kissed me once, then let me rest—
Dark beauty stole my final breath.