Goth Girl

figure draped in curtains of the night
lips licked by black cherry
fear the light.

lost in the cream that is her skin
raven hair hosts sweet spirits
drawing you further in

many times you're lost
inside the fabric of her flowing features
fearlessly tossed

everything falls there in its place
like the baby boy blue bulbs
staring from her face

each fingertip enameled in black
silver orbs of ebony in her ears
tattooed spider webs upon her back

to the tanned and sun-drenched soul
she's an enigma
skin of cotton, hair of coal

underneath her skin so fair
mystic treasure buried deep
beneath her lair

potion of love, so sweet to drink
passion writ in blood
instead of ink.