My lover, my beloved deceiver. Her hair of many colors but one so true, every time I see that evil little smile the more I fall for you. Your teeth the only response I need, my flesh to help you feed. My master my slave, a woman truly I would see to my grave. Her tempting skin, just welcoming in. Mutual cannibalism, followed with endless masochism. A woman I'd loved to dress, truly entranced I must confess. Her dark eyes giving me purpose on a world with no light, for she shows me beauty in the fight. To embrace the dark, where deeper into her eyes I'll make my spark. Loving both the man and the dog, clearing my mind when all is fog. Giving me something I never had to see, loving every part of me. Ah how I wish to see that beautiful face, of my beloved lavender lace.
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