A Goddess walks the Earth,
or should I say; Is Loose.
Leaves forever traces.
Places hooks in hearts.
Leaves them bleeding.
Makes brave boys
do slow harakiris
in rooms not lit by Her Sun.
Rips their souls to bits.
Growing more Beautiful
as we speak.
Beware, Loverboys.
Beware, Sugardaddies, Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky,
Mr. Golddigger,
and other Men of Good Fortune,
young and not-so-young:
Too much at the same time
can seriously damage your heart!
Should
YOU
come to taste Her Lips
(I HATE you!):
Attention! Boisson chaude!
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