Depth of her Touch
She arises from a pit of sin,
Sex is her weapon as deadly as any gun.
She feeds of the lust of others,
a vampire of emotions.
Obsession, her favorite toy,
Love is her excuss.
Men fall at her feet,
Their corpses lay in her path.
Completely naive of what she is doing,
She walks on, leaving despair in her wake.
Nothing but shells remain of those she has touched,
Me? I survived, yet I long for the depth of her
touch...
Again
Written by Nox
Email: nox@mypad.com
