The woman is a serpent with eyes that hypnotize,
That wants to swallow you whole, to engulf you in her fascination,
With her enchanted smile, she lures you into her blind web,
She drinks your soul and leaves only stirred memories.
She is a divine potion that seduces minds,
With her tempting scent and the sweetness of her body,
The woman is a temptation full of mystery and debauchery,
That thirstily pushes you deep into sin.
Dressed in flowing dresses, like a slender dance on strings,
The serpent composes a tableau of pleasure and desire,
With her deceitful charm and coiled smile,
She wraps her body and steals your mind, at leisure.
But when love transforms into a wild feline,
The serpent bequeaths its lost instincts,
With venom laced in every touch,
It corners you and whispers hidden malice.
The woman becomes a remorseless and cunning enemy,
The serpent purrs, senses your fears and feeds them,
When it tailors from your heart a heap of pain,
You feel breathing poison and everything unravels in her wake.
But let's not forget that the serpent, with its spells,
Cannot be definitively condemned to eternal cruelty,
Because within its petrified love hides the desire,
To be calmed and to tuck away its tongue behind happiness.
Thus, in this dance of paradoxes and deceit,
The woman turns into a magical serpent in the labyrinth of life,
With verses that revive the past and soothe the soul,
With metaphors that stitch your wounds and grant you hope.
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