Alluring Fatal Poem by D.A. Woods

Incantation of images unfold,
of her wanting skin of shiny green gold,
the desire to touch her, my fire's uncontrolled,
to keep her warm and banishing the cold.

A woman like this, I could lose my mind,
she has the curves of natures design,
my heart beats to be forever entwined,
lay her on my gratified pyre and enshrine.

As my libido is living in destitution,
I'll resurrect us with carnal profusion,
drown me within the acts transfusion,
I'd beg you for more under no illusion.

Death could come after one touch of heavenly sin,
but not too soon as I've yet to begin,
my thoughts can be caught within my animal skin,
so do with me as you seek, notify no kin.