The Mistress of the Night


Her skin dark as the night
Her hands so soft and fair
I want to taste her, I might
In her eyes I see a flare

Her skin as smooth as cotton
Her smile sugary sweet
My teeth, they hurt, so rotten
Hiding under the bedsheet

Her skin touching mine so gently
"Come here" she whispered in my ear
She was smiling very friendly
Yet I felt danger lingering near

She grabbed my neck out of the blue
and kissed me on the lips, it's true

I tried to scream; my lips were shut
I felt my soul was being sucked

Out of my body; into hers
She was my last; she was my first

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