Dressed in white
With orange heels,
A slender figure,
She appeals.
Her taste, her scent
The whole attraction
Forever promises
Satisfaction.
The first thing on your mind each morning,
You need her, crave her,
Fan adoring.
You hold her gently so she understands
That she belongs there in your hands.
You kiss her hard
You breathe her in,
You feel her tracing through your skin.
She's always there,
You never doubt her.
You don't know what you'd do without her.
Her white coat hides a devilled soul.
A feathered angel burnt in coal.
You steal her demons,
Breathe them in,
Forgive her for her unknown sin.
And just as she starts to believe
That you are not the type to leave,
You inhale all she is once more
And stub her out on the cold floor.
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