Who would guess of lips so sweet
That they desire your soul to eat.
Who would think of words so meek
That it is death of which they speak.
Who could see of eyes so deep
That you will be the one to weep.
Who could know of hands so sleek
That your bare throat is what they seek.

Her plump red lips taste of sin,
Her clear blue eyes suck you in.
You breathe the scent of her silk skin,
Enraptured by her whispered hiss:
Leave behind your life unmissed
Surrender to the Judas Kiss