She can snare you with a gleam in her eye
Dead before you even hit the floor
Serpents scream while angels begin to cry
Tangled in the web of wanting more
Empty heart so cold like a November rain
Feel the ache growing in your bones
Through sultry pleasure revealing her pain
Pins and needles, sticks and stones
Red-headed beauty with a temper to match
Closing the door hearing the lock latch
She keeps you intoxicated with a sexy smile
Losing your balance now free-falling
Black cat moaning under moonlight’s guile
Suffocated as demon’s are calling
Redemption comes when the guilt is lifted
Released from your troubled mind
Fractured souls while momentum shifted
Time grows short, love remains blind
Many summers ago you finally parted ways
Sometimes she still interrupts on snowy days
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024
Wow, you gave me bits and pieces of a fairy tale example, Little Red Riding Hood. This is good.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I never thought of it like that, I had to reread it after reading your comment, I see it as well. Nice interpretation. Appreciate you.
Damian
Magnificent piece Damian. Great description my friend.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
This made me think of the guy who did me wrong, then I read Fia’s comment, lol.
A world without our muse(s)…I shudder to think. Phenomenal spill, Damian
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
As a former redhead I had to smile at the redhead reference. The chill you build in this is palpable. But where would we be without our muse? Mine can be a technicolor bitch but I’d be lost without her. The places you take us, my friend…
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Yes, they are always guiding us along the path of creativity, indeed. Appreciate you.
Damian