Sinful Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

It's all she thinks,
You can see it in her eyes.
She smiles lustfully,
She leans provocatively,
Sin is on the brain.

She's damned to hell, and
She knows it.
As a matter of fact,
She feels the tempting lick of
Flame across her flesh,
Searing what has already been destroyed
By so many fires before.

But she doesn't care,
Live life to the fullest,
As she always said.
But, is her fully lived life
Destroying her inside
In the now?
Does anyone see that
The thoughts are in hysterics?
Her mind is distorted by acid,
And the thoughts run deranged
Leaving her in a smogged daze.