She can kill with two fingers, smiling with grace dressed to the nines, she'll spit in your face and laugh while you're bleeding all over the place. She's cruel to be kind cos you'll do what it takes to keep the focus on her time's pain she'll erase and whether she'll give you leather or lace you'll dream of her touch ,even crimson encased.

She's a cold hearted bitch, touched with a god's grace and it's Ares dementia you'll see in her face. She offers both heaven and hell, you pick the place and even in repose you give and she takes. Cos boudoir battle fields are crossed and erased and whether you want her in leather or lace you'll dream of her touch wanting crimson encased.

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