Hard candy

Description assisted by neural networks: Her lips are the poison that's kept yer warm, and her tongue is the liquor that'll make you scream. She's the candy mistress; you must not mispronounce her name; for, if you did, your tongue would soon turn to butter. Lips like candy, eyes like poison, and a soul like brute lust, she's the candy mistress. Walk into the hall and look no further, no fiend will dare enter your home; if you catch fire, burn your hand; and if you don't, your tongue will soon turn to frost.