Lucifer's Muse Poem by Rick Banerjee

Dark black hair ran down her radiant skin,
her Lips kissed by wine made egos fall into ravines.
A neck which caressed one's unholy strife,
and eyes whose glance made slaves dance to her delight.

Cheeks which grasped the sunlight's grace,
her back had showered in lust yet was for none to embrace.
A waist which was a muse to Lucifer's canvas, and legs which ravaged every inch on one's mind.

This beauteous Dame can be seen by none,
for only in thoughts could she thrive.