“A Woman's Venom”
The serene smile upon her face betrays what lies beneath within her darkened soul. Her infectious laugh that serenades from parted lips doubles as a guillotine raising in preparation for murder. Entrancing gaze boast the ability to captivate for hours as well as pierce through a man as a carnivore would. Her deadliest feature is and will always be the sharpness of her tongue. Positively, it can bring out the absolute best in a man in pride and ego.
Strength.
Pride.
Courage
Confidence.
The limits of it's pleasure are equally endless. However, when that appendage is turned into a weapon, it can cause destruction and devastation that is unrivaled. Quickly cutting through to the core of a man's spirit and seeking injury through seething lacerations.
Reducing him.
Denouncing him.
Revoking him.
Belittling him.
Stripping him of the very essence he based himself from and established pride. So quickly can the sweetest ambrosia turn into the most bitter venom. What once soothed and comforted the soul now seeks to wound it down to it's very essence. As quickly as you're lifted upon a jewel encrusted pedestal, you're shoved off and sent tumbling towards an Oblivion of doubt, shame, regret and brokenness.
The only cure for the venom of a woman is the ambrosia spawned from the same source.
A Paradox, if there ever was one...
The serene smile upon her face betrays what lies beneath within her darkened soul. Her infectious laugh that serenades from parted lips doubles as a guillotine raising in preparation for murder. Entrancing gaze boast the ability to captivate for hours as well as pierce through a man as a carnivore would. Her deadliest feature is and will always be the sharpness of her tongue. Positively, it can bring out the absolute best in a man in pride and ego.
Strength.
Pride.
Courage
Confidence.
The limits of it's pleasure are equally endless. However, when that appendage is turned into a weapon, it can cause destruction and devastation that is unrivaled. Quickly cutting through to the core of a man's spirit and seeking injury through seething lacerations.
Reducing him.
Denouncing him.
Revoking him.
Belittling him.
Stripping him of the very essence he based himself from and established pride. So quickly can the sweetest ambrosia turn into the most bitter venom. What once soothed and comforted the soul now seeks to wound it down to it's very essence. As quickly as you're lifted upon a jewel encrusted pedestal, you're shoved off and sent tumbling towards an Oblivion of doubt, shame, regret and brokenness.
The only cure for the venom of a woman is the ambrosia spawned from the same source.
A Paradox, if there ever was one...
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