Crimson lips
You eye with desire
Striking
Black hair
With a blue streak
Running through
Like a stream
Ocean eyes
Stroked with trouble
A wicked smile
Upon skin
Like dew
Striking speed
That you just can't help but admire
She's evil
But beautiful
And you
Just
Fall
In love.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
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