WHEN THE DEVIL GOES HUNTING

I snatch your focus first by whistling the door, as I slowly open it

Then "this cannot be my secretary" say you dupe and yes I am not

So fantastically, classically beautiful

Greeting you with my super body beneath my blurrily transparent mini dress

Classic, well portioned beyond depiction

And I send inviting stares from the door side

My eyes; bigger, blazing, too radiant

Trailing my tongue teasingly around my unbelievable tempting lips

Lips that leak a musical voice in a whisper of honey

The music you cannot resist, not even ignore

Then patiently, accurately and convincingly; I approach you

I see you stunned and motionless, now on your feet

As I reach out to connect you to my electrical  fingers

Before spurning around to whine against your statue

Your stupid face tells I successfully transferred  you to Mars

I see you tremulous in your foolish zeal to take a sip 

  "Women cannot be this beautiful", you claim

Dupe fish, you think the fisherman is feeding you with worms?

Of course women are not but the devil is

Just auction your soul in the gluttony of your lust

More enjoyable when you give it up to me, I slaughter you dumb lamb

You cannot help a moment, you want your desk be your abattoir

You want to feast right there, devouring all this poison and die

Tomorrow your foolish living ghost will follow me to die more

I do not chase like a hyena, I wisely color it like a python