I like to write. This one is about this person I knew a long time ago.

Her eyes, two dark inviting hues, that would draw you into her abyss. For a moment you forgot to breathe, perhaps even forgot to exist, as you were pulled seductively further and further from yourself. Her soft vibrant olive skin emanated a glow that would call to you from somewhere far beyond your dreams. Somewhere beyond the glass, the other side behind the mirror. Her lips, as red and full of life as the fruit which caused the fall of man. From her lips came the sweet taste of death. A poison so succulent that the walls of your mind immediately unravel into chaos. Still you continue to drink incessantly. In love. Enthralled with the slow loss of life. Her hair, dark delicate curls that in another life could have been as wild serpents. Though she had no gaze that would turn men to stone, but rather would beg one to forget that roses ever had thorns. That soft gaze that invites you to your own rapture and at the same time tears you apart. The one that invites you to beautify your destruction. The one you won't ever forget. So I ask, what will you do when she says, "I want you"?