Not all maps are what they seem

She was a journey to take
An exploration to make
Of hands and fingers
And my mouth that lingered

Searching every inch of her
Listening to her sigh and purr
I plundered what felt like treasure
Consuming her for my pleasure

Though little did I know or care
That she was not playing fair
But tempting me to my fate
That I would realise far to late

Had captured my beating heart
And torn my mind apart
She cast her bewitching spell
That lead me straight to hell

Not all maps are what they seem
So be careful where you dream
As some will lead to untold riches
And others end with deviant witches.