The Woman from Hell

I felt you breathing on my neck.

Your finger tips where moving up and down my chest.

Our eyes met, Bright eyes that shinned like a winters night.

Your mouth is half open.

My heart is pounding against my ribs.

You bring your face closer to mine.

Closer, closer, closer.

Before our lips meet, I see you show your fangs.

Your beautiful face is crinckled like a rabid dog.

I pull away but you wrap your tenticals around me.

Serpant fingers around my neck.

I cannot escape.

You kiss me violently, uncontrollibly.

Your Cobra tounge is rammed down my throat.

I smell a scent in the air, the smell of death.

Your really going at ot now, Clothes ipping off.

Claws in my flash, Sliceing down my back.

Im holding in screams, Yor orgasiming.

Finally you let go,Your face pulls away.

A trail of acid saliva and scorpions from our lips.

The last thing I hear is your wicked laugh and a door slam.

You left me alone, In pain, Hurt.

The scars burn like fire.

Tears roll down my burnt face.

The Scorpions are inside me, crawling, Stinging.

You hurt me me, I didnt do anything to you.

You Woman from  Hell!

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I read some of your other stuff too. These are really good especially considering you only recently got into writing. You have a talent for painting images with the words you use. I'm not so good at poems and poetry, but I can offer one piece of advice - spelling counts. A lot of writers (and people) justify it by saying, "Well you knew what I meant, didn't you?" Well, yes, I did know what you meant but it drastically takes away from the reader's experience if they stop reading at all, even if it is only long enough to think "he spelled that wrong."
That aside, I find your work to be morbidly delicious. :]