the women

A million stars would explode from within her eyes; eyes that told ancient stories of the devastating war between every man who sacrificed his own soul to attain the sacred holy grail who was rumored to have taken the form of a female. Her lashes curled innocently like Venus fly traps, waiting patiently for the next willing victim who dares to underestimate the potent of such angelic features. Her pupils dilated in the manner of her pounding heartbeat. She had the heart of a warrior and the lips of a thief, stealing every soul and baring their anatomy to the pale, crescent moon. Her love was like a revolver, made ready to kill. She was venomous to the touch but too hypnotically entrancing to resist. Such will to live would become completely obliterated in the presence of such a beautiful face - the Queen of death, the Goddess of lust, the temptress of desire, in the flesh. I fell in love the same day I completely surrendered my soul to the devil and died the same grandiose moment of my rebirth. While our eyes had their secret rendezvous, I felt the fire that burns passionately in the core of such an magnificent soul. The essence of her being was like the inexorable truth, a phenomenon of its own kind, a rare breed of artistry. She was far too majestic for words and I find myself slowly slipping into the crevices of excruciating desire to see her, just so that I can relive every single second of our short encounter. I have become another prey to the most dazzling predator of them all, a woman.