Her eyes glows with venom,
When she winks its death.
With a tongue coated with poison,
Her lips paralyzes like a viper's kiss.
Her angelic voice penetrates the hardest of hearts,
Generating a wave of emotion that sweeps away.
From her breast flows the lotus juice.
Her perfumed tresses intoxicates,
As her presence pacifies a man's trouble.
From the four winds sail'd men to attend her soirees.
Though she is dangerous,
Yet a night in her bowers for eternity last
She sails from coast to coast,
Seeking men to devour.
A dangerous courtesan, yet we desire her.
Within her arms lost many their fortune,
Their dreams in her lair were crushed.
A skillful Siren,
Her beauty a weapon that entraps,
Yet we cannot flee her tent.
Who can deliver us from her claws,
That enchants from afar?
Who can liberate us from her spell?
Though we wallow daily ensnared in her web,
Helplessly bewitched by her magnificent.
Yet our desires, lust, and affection on her tent we cast.
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