Crystal skin,
As smooth as glass,
Hair so thick,
A wanton mass.
Wanton eyes,
Pursed, plump lips,
Dang'rous curves,
Swaying hips.
Bite your lip,
A little more,
Until it bleeds,
Until it's sore.
And suddenly...
She'll cling to you,
She look at you,
With eyes anew.
Your not a man,
You're a meal, just blood,
She'll feed on you,
You'll be gone for good.
I've warned you now,
But you won't heed,
Once you see her...
Consumed
With
Need.
Need.
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