My appearance pleases
A painted mixture
Youth and Submissive
The lamb to your wolf
Your enjoyment of watching me
The hungry eyes of a lion
A hunter ready to claim its prey
You're fascinated
By my seeming intriguing meekness
The innocence in my eyes
You want to enter the garden
Where there are roses
The thorns will be sharp
Walking through
My mouth a tangy fruit
Words are the venom
Cringe and Crave
Don't be fooled by my appearance
Assumed ownership
Your Failed attempt
Taking my heart
A pursuit too good to be true