She smirks at me in my dreams

Fingertips pressed together

Eyes innocently vile. 

A tilt of her head

A hint of her laugh 

A tendril of cigar, twirling above her into the sky,

Makes me shiver with awe.

I wonder how she can be so captivating yet so cunningly murderous,

How she can breathe me in and spit me out,

How she can haunt me like a ghost.

A swish of her dress,

A click of her heels,

A thin-lipped smile,

Turns my heart to ash.

She's so bad for me, a drug I know that if I try I could quit,

But I can't let her go, so I continue to be charmed by her wit,

She has me round her fingers, 

Playing push and pull,

Always down I'll do what you do, 

And I know that I must stop,

 I must listen to my reprimending friends,

Yet she's still my ride and die,

Yet she's mine to the end.