Dark as coal, though she is chaste by day.
By evening, in the black hours it is your soul she devours, gaining your trust then pushing away.
Seeking a man's thrust, but with minds are what she plays.
Her eyes are cold, depths deeper than a chasm.
Under your skin she creeps, craving the orgasmic spasm.
Dare you step into her world of magic?
When she is through you will truly be tragic.
Warm and wet, a night you won't forget.
From the moment you met, you knew you couldn't regret.
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Written July 22nd, 2004
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5/5
The flow was fantastic, and the rhyming scheme worked. Mucho Kudos.
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excellent
Very good, i like it
Well done
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