Wicked Love

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

Sexual magic, twisted lust.

She was beautiful,

He was dark.

She got in his veins,

Then flowed into his heart.

Her love was wicked, but loyal and true,

Hot tempered mouth,

Eyes a beautiful crystal blue.

His heart was a mystery,

His soul was lost,

He wants your love, but won’t pay the cost.

Once these two hearts intertwined,

A clever spell, a tie that binds.

It started with a spark,

Then burning desire,

Chemistry so hot blazed like fire.

If he stands beside her, she will light the way,

His evil grin, charming words he’d say...

Twisted magic, or wicked fate,

May this love never turn to hate.