it's in the black clothes, the bare nails, the naked collarbones and enigma eyes.
coffee to her lips, she'll entwine you round and round her pretty finger.
basking in sunlight skin glimmering and lurking in the dark like the siren she is.
she can't be contained for she is an ocean.
she can't be tamed for she is a storm.
but she'll weave poetry into your damned soul for she's more than liquor to you, she'll leave you bruised and wanting more.
my darling you're smitten with the femme fatale.

cover art: me.

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