Digital painting

As you stare she seems beautiful

But there's no light in her eyes

Yet, her lips are getting dull

And her skin looks too dry

She's an inviting fruit

Roten on the inside

Be careful of the charmed flute

Or you will let her wind [aI]

This body shows no pudeur

This hair floats like a blaze

But you're still watching her

And she enjoys you gaze

Soon, she will keep your soul

Before, she'll play with your heart

It is too late for a call

Facing her, you fall apart

Anaïs F.