She sings a Siren's song,
Whimsical and alluring.
Her eyes draw you in,
Promising and teasing.
She dances in the nights,
Her body taken by the moon.
La Tortura is her name,
A Lilith in the night.
Her light and darkness tango,
As she whispers, what seems to be your name.
Her hunger fed by power,
Insecurities shielded by fame.
La Tortura pulls you in,
As your voice begins to tremble,
Her touch sends chills right down your spine,
Her kiss, dangerous and addicting.
Your smile leaves emotions dissembled.
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