Cursed in chaotic gossamer,
sinister limbs could crawl you for
days, intertwined, messy madness…
Tattle and tickle, I can be fickle,
and time will soon run out….
The bloom of my third eye sees
only scarlet to feast on you…..
I want to dine on you in silk, liquified
Always the lady, never leaving
a morsel to be found.
Your token to me, you’ll always
leave a part of you within me…..
I was told to never play with my
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