Infernal Blossom

Angels struck by envy
For her infernal beauty
Not a man not to kneel...
Under her sex appeal
Not a demon not driven mad
That she's not to be had
They call her Asmodelle
The blossom of Hell
No man shall pluck
No demon's luck
She is absolute desire
She is groin fire
A fruit untasted
Leaving hearts wasted
Giving Satan's throne
An iron bone
They call her Asmodelle
The fruit of Hell

Copyrighted Jerry Langdon 2015