When feathers fall In their dancing grace
Our eyes meet
She destroys me, ever so softly
A callous injustice on my weakened soul
her tongue curls and lips moisten
glimmer of disastrous deeds flicker
through her
into me
Brazened and beaten I react
And set my heart alive
I want this women
I need her
For She will be
my end
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