Jezebel

[ThePoet]

She's a jezebel, hell sent and hell bent; scented.

She bends like the belle of the ball. She's ornamented.

Tempted a jester with calls for a test, and

With taunts full of terrible text, until she left him

Demented. Met through a friend of a friend;

Everybody said that he was headed for the end.

He kept with a pen; slept restless, alone,

With a bone pressing pressure on his femoral bone.

Jezebel Jones, the heretic hussy.

Pleasure is a pain when your bed game's dusty.

Head-brain rusty with thoughts of a talk:

Forgetting every lesson he was formerly taught.

Caught in a web. Stranded in strands

Of a filament fibre as fine as her fangs.

A bitter quick bite and the fight of a man

Might rain from his veins as it dries on the sand.

She's a jezebel, jealous; devilish; vicious.

Genitals. Hips. Lips kiss like a mistress.

A gentleman's chances are slim to fictitious

With her innocence adrift in a river of dick pictures.

It's all gravy. She graded him greatly.

Spent his days in one place with one lady.

He was lame, she was lazy.

He'd never met a sunset he couldn't shutter yet: he was shady.

Jezebel Jones, the venerable vixen;

A vigilante virgin; a furtive first victim

Saw him as the vaudeville equivalent of villain.

Brought a horse to water but he didn't drink his fill in.

He was diligent and willing;

Listened to the symbolism sing until she killed him.

Ink on her skin, with her braids in a rainbow.

A maiden in a maze that he would brave as she would say so.