Gnashing teeth, dancing feet,

And beauties all in a row.

Whispered jabs and practiced hands

Lead you away from what you know.

Red lace, tear stains,

And wine spills on the carpet.

Twisting lies and open thighs

Fan your better judgement.

Smiling faces, crumpled sheets,

And hands roaming each other’s bodies.

Heavenly sighs and mischievous eyes

Lure you to your demise.

Messy hair, abused lips,

And satisfaction is still wanted.

Tarnished innocence  and warped souls

Are all that are left behind.

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