Red crystals glint on your pink tongue,
framed by whispers of temptation.
Vixen or fox, genderless and eternal,
you lure me back into your embrace
like a sailor to the siren’s call.
I follow your glowing form
through the fog,
enraptured and caught in your net –
a spiderweb woven of deceit and lies,
preying on mortal desires –
hardly noticing your fading form
until I am led astray, too far and caught
in a haze of addiction.