He always wins,
She cant fight his seductive darkness,
He becomes her choice of sin.
She looses herself in his kiss.
His desire wrapped tight,
Around the curves of her fractured heart,
Held captive within his alluring sight.
As her souls rips apart.
She knows she has fallen,
Unhealthy dischord between,
His heart blackensd with sin.
Manipulates her to be his queen.
His warm charm is what is heard,
He pretends to rise above,
After he bruises her with cold words.
Yet she stays and tells herself this is love.
– LJ Smith