A flutter of the lashes,
A wisp of words from that mouth and I could die.
Swing the hair around your face and grin,
You could kill an entire group of men,
With a stare
Can I dance with you?
Elegant little queen
Of vintage, Siouxie Sioux, and Hookah smoke.
You look lovely tonight by the way.
Your dress...are you getting married?
White virginal cotton on pale vampiric skin,
The red lips give it away,
You're such a model, it pains me to take my eyes off of you.
You little heartfelt tart.
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