Disloyal Nymph
Cigarette at her lips Pale-blue eyes born to pierce With lust-thrusting hips Scarlet nails, sharp and fierce She comes, parts my lover From my false tightened hold, Her touch makes me shudder To her, my soul I have sold The definition of fervor, This minx harms the faithful Born as her server To fulfill her, I'm grateful.
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bige
Born in California, raised in various cities within the SW. Not a military brat, mother could just never stay in one spot for so long. Dropped out of High school, and attained my GED soon after. I love writing music and poetry (god only knows why...
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