She pretified me. Her hypnotic eyes. I was fascinated, like snake prey, staring at one.
She petrified me, I was fascinated, like snake prey, staring at one, upon the hypnotic eyes, Or a cat in headlights. Screech, splat, there it was, that lifeless deflation, it had once been me. She undulated and swayed, like an old pine tree,
My blood solidified, burning lava turned to tarring stone. My inner organs liquefied, my stomach felt a little upset.
Her textures and curves and smoothness enchant, As shadows dance upon her unholy nights.
She gave me a solid fright, And turned my world 180 degrees. I ran right out of sight.
I turned and ran, I tried to fight, But whenever I stopped for breath, there she stood, Waiting for my eyes to droop, She petrified me, as though I were a timid mouse before a blood-thirsting, readily curling snake. Or a victim before Medusa and the furies, She undulated, with serpentine hips,
I hold back, and search for an antidote, But she approaches even when I dream, And darkness and nightmares are her quiet rural streams. And my eyes and neck spin and move as she lets loose her beat. And she enjoys her own dance as she moves her feet.
And she'd delight if I fell truly into her trap, and fell into the darkest deep pits, If I joined so many others, whom she controls with the empty hand movements with which she strikes and whips. But I do not desire to be on unsteady ground, as she continues with countless others, An illusionary muse. As she hits the floor in ever new dresses and shoes. And delights at the countless captive men she nightly woos.
To fall for her... I'd only lose. So I turn away, and leave her and her empty rhythmic noose. And she dances, as though devils and sylphs let her loose.