If Death Was A Woman

Sometimes my mind wonders obliviously at the existence of life how life would seem if death was a woman,

Would men still chase after her?

Will, she is raped at the end of the road with her legs left wide open and the innocence in her blood gushing ruthlessly in sorrow,

Will her lips be kissable to attain pleasure.

Will death be as seductive as a beautiful lady in her 20's?

If the death was a woman will she be approachable like the lady in red standing at the edge of beauty with her curve protruded beside her?

If the death was a woman will romance be as exciting as the girl who had a body of a goddess, ripened with lust and pleasure with just a Touch?

If the death was a woman will men still fight over her with their fellow men?

If the death was a woman will her life revolve around beauty, makeups, wigs, and eyelashes will her edges be as sharp as her search for Beauty and attention?