
Once her eyes
were opened
to the
magic
that could flow.
Her feisty words
could no longer withhold.
For she is no longer trapped inside
her hell.
Her wildest imagination starts to bloom-
OH the vivid colors that scramble around~
Searching these pleasing images,
that play inside her mind.
She now enjoys the fierce thoughts,
that will unfold
from the pen she holds.
Mischievousness!!
Dances
around her smile,
Sparkling down on the paper,
She now writes upon.
For she knows it’s him she
will never deny,
she needs to devour
this lust the only way she knows how.
Her bold stubborn heart, has a tale to tell.
Written from her alluring
sultry mind.
For she has a
young soul
laying hidden underneath
the old and aging
skin
full of
seduction
just for him.
So she waits,
Patiently!
Seducing her prey
with the magic flowing out of her
pen.
In the end, it's her pen who wins.
This tale of love~
A beast is a beast after all in the end.
No mater how lovely she pens,
the words can not sooth trickery
into his eyes~
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