Her fingers trail my arm with cold calculation,
her laughter as sweet as the deadliest sin.
She looks into my eyes with nothing but determination,
bites my lip and gives a sigh.
She takes what she wants without hesitation,
weaving her magic into the air.
At last I am told that my time is over,
she ***** my soul out without a care.
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 1:56 AM UTC
Her fingers trail my arm with cold calculation,
her laughter as sweet as the deadliest sin.
She looks into my eyes with nothing but determination,
bites my lip and gives a sigh.
She takes what she wants without hesitation,
weaving her magic into the air.
At last I am told that my time is over,
she ***** my soul out without a care.
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