it is the pale and fragile dawn
like spiderwebs as it falls across-
your skin
there is a whisper and a sigh
a glimpse of silk as it-
weaves across your hair, your palest flesh
and your lips part so decadently
glistening-
like rose-hips, like sweet perfume
the fluttering of your virgin heart
so sweet-
as your pale lids unfurl
and your eyes
gaze upon the world-
of silk and flame perfection
like tendrils of want as they
creep across your-
lips, your breast, your thighs
it burns, like slow licks of poison
so harsh, so cruel-
addictive as nicotine
as it crawls through your veins
and it tastes and it takes-
everything that is













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AN EMOTICON? FOR ME? : OOOO
-shot-
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nothing more, nothing less
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they're calling for our hearts and they will have them eventually...
[ beauty of the beast ]
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nothing more, nothing less
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nothing more, nothing less
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