She is dark yet beautiful,
Seductive and full of life.
She creeps in and knows exactly where to hold me.
She knows the exact amount of pain to inflict.
She knows the right words to say,
Filing my head with what if’s and whys.
Her pheromone makes everyone oblivious to my pain;
My aching and tormented soul.
Like a Voodoo doll,
She bends me to her will.
Dressing me with masks of different charm and character,
A beautiful lie of a man she has made me.
They is only one escape from her beautiful wrath