Patricia Kelley (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)
She stands at the rooftop shouting.
With her thick full lips pouting,
Her long dark hair spirals down her spine.
Cascading as a vine,
She sounds like she's had too much wine.
She lures the men with her seductive talk.
Setting a grown man's groins on fire,
feeling eternity's fire!
Wearing her seductive see through attire,
The men step through temptation's walk.
Hearing her seductive voice echo,
They can still feel the hot coals on their feet.
She promises pleasure.
It sounds so sweet.
If only one of you, will give up his week's labor; their treasure.
They jokingly walk through betting, the other guy.
That he can't just walk through, without being tempted.
Jezebel's activated spell.
Her voice reaches the sky.
The men call her Jezebel.
Hearing the church bell,
Feeling guilty of their lustful thoughts,
Thinking of the pleasure, they could've bought.
They run faster.
Their legs feeling like crumbling plaster.
Running away never forgetting her seductive voice as sailors run to her by choice.
They hear Jezebel's seductive voice.
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