The cold wind taking its leeway inside
My room in battle of darkness and light
I saw a woman, a goddess so bright
Naked she walked her way on my bedside
Miss sinister I drowned I can't decide
When such beauty danced with me in delight
A demon, a stranger, a dream she might
Such cogent action had woke my blind side
She is a paragon of perfection
Her eyes speak the truth of lust and evil
Her ******* were those that stole man's attention
Yet perhaps I made love with the devil
Blinded I am to unknown affection
True, her flower turned men into rebel
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 2:32 PM UTC
The cold wind taking its leeway inside
My room in battle of darkness and light
I saw a woman, a goddess so bright
Naked she walked her way on my bedside
Miss sinister I drowned I can't decide
When such beauty danced with me in delight
A demon, a stranger, a dream she might
Such cogent action had woke my blind side
She is a paragon of perfection
Her eyes speak the truth of lust and evil
Her ******* were those that stole man's attention
Yet perhaps I made love with the devil
Blinded I am to unknown affection
True, her flower turned men into rebel
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