LILITH

By Lynda Decker

I am the queen of seduction, from the depths of hell I reign terror on man kind. Weak souls are those who submit to my charms. Men, are the dogs, and I am their tamer.

Foolish man, dare you to walk to me, to look into my eyes, and drink my wine. Taste my lips so sweet, sweetened from every life I touch, and take. My hair is red like the fire I leap from, long entangling you. My lips, narrow, and red like the blood in which I give to you in my cup. Drink it, savor the forbidden taste, enjoy the life line that flows through your lips straight down to your very gut. It grows within you, taste it, feel it, be it!

See the charms that I posess? Can you resist my touch, my sensual ways, my eyes that see the truth? Feel my soft breasts, they spill from my scarlet dress, soft like velvet, enticing you to taste and touch, and feel me. I am the forbidden fruit, can you resist my nectar?

Go ahead, sip the wine in that cup, let it fill your mouth with its sweetness. Let it glide down your throat and fill your void, be hastey now, I have not all day!

Like the way my lips feel on yours? Soft and inviting, I shall kiss you. A kiss is the most dangerous thing, it dissolves your very being, but you cannot resist mine. Let my sword like tongue cut through your very being, dance with me, as we engage in this final kiss.

Dance with me like lovers. Touch me, feel me, taste me, be me. Can you resist this body ? Perfection of the arts, I bestow it to you, for your pleasures. Touch my breasts, feel the heart beat within, still! My milky thighs, and flat stomache, perfection, see it? Entwine with me like growing ivey, let me wrap my limbs around you, give in to me, and I will give me to you.

Foolish man, you have submitted, signing your soul to me by this intimate embrace. Again, I am powered by your weakness, how do I thank thee? Easy, you are mine.

I shed my charms, so you can see the true creature that I am. My thighs dissolve away, and before you, you see my truest of forms. Horse like hind quarters, masculine, and strong. The top half of a woman, to entice young weak souls like you. You like what you see? My red hair, is the fire, that will consume your soul eternally, now that you have submitted. Let me spread my wings, and take you on the flight of your eternal life, let me carry you over the pits of hell, to drop you off, but first, I want a trinkett. With this sword I behold, I shall take from you, what you drank of mine. Your life line juice, I thirst for it, I need it, for I am powered by it. The crimson fuel is all I desire. I shall slice your neck, and drink from you, you are my cup of eternal life.