ebony hair
ivory skin
her eyes burn like embers
as they draw you in

her tongue traces over
full crimson lips
long sharp nails
with scarlet tips

she's cold to the touch
she's just skin and bones
the next thing you know
you're taking her home

her voice is enticing
"Let's go for a ride
you don't need no money
it's free, all night"

she tells you about
her *special place*
a sweet smile of seduction
on her skeletal face

"Let's go to the graveyard,"
it sounds like fun
you you drive her down there
at quarter to one

on the ground, by her headstone
she is on top
she shows no signs of wanting to stop