The Reaper

She had luscious midnight hair and hips that tantalize
She may be gorgeous, but oh, her eyes!
They are deep with a shimmer that does entice-
and a grip as inescapable as Death.
The tease of her tongue and moist lips capture attention
The envisionment of caressing her hot flesh toy with intention
The vulnerable elegance of her sweet honey laughter takes your heart
-and her gaze steals your breath
As eternally as Death.
Still, I cannot suppress the urge to try and keep her
Restrain her or drain her, and oh, to seep her
To make love intensely until those Death eyes weep-
I take the advice of the Blue Oyster Cult: Don't fear the Reaper".





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