"What a pretty face",they say.
As they stop and stare.
"She walks with such poise and grace,
Judge her innocence, who would dare?"
But inside Lust is bubbling,
In a cauldron deep inside.
Scaring the little girl within,
To deep dark realms to go and hide.
She hides in her little corner and waits,
Hoping it stays in one place.
For its scorching temperature and evil ways,
Might change her and burn her little face.
But wait, there's a crack and it's seeping out,
Like blood when a finger is pricked by a rose.
Such a sweet angelic face,
After a night with me, will it stay? Who knows?
Run my love,
Flee to higher grounds away from me!
Will you take my advice and leave?
Or stay and morph as I if need be?
