Temptress

Alabaster skin adorned with scars and bruises each one a memory and some a victory

Eyes so deep and mysterious
Never just one emotion to be seen and even more hidden

Hair ever changing
Yet in my minds eye I always see it as long, flowing, dark as the further lest reaches of space and forever wild

Lips, bitten, always moving
Smooth, apple red and sensuous
If only they could meet mine

Beauty so indescribable
Yet I still bring my pen to paper
And try to capture it's majesty
Always falling short

If I ever could I fear the world would be lost
As no one would be capable of moving past it

The Temptress would ensnare us all and no regret would ever form
Such is her power

Fortunately for now only few have gazed upon her beauty
Most carelessly overlooked it
Never seeing what was right there