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Apr 2016
Her hands slipping into somewhere
You would not dare think about
Her lips giving you life and death
Without any hint of mercy
Her eyes yearning for your gaze
Into the parts you have yet to know
The excitement of her skin
Will never contain your fears
And, ultimately, your grief
Sometimes, it's the woman who takes advantage of the man.
Violet
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Violet
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