She lurks within the shadows of ones heart, waiting for the most opportune moment. She preys on the desires of the human soul, be it love or lust, want or need. She stays but a silent twinkle in ones eye as they peer upon their devilish cravings. Feeding off of their weakness as they debate their wishes. She is greedy but patient, a moment of fury in a passing of the prize. She’s a prickling, itchy, ready to take, lure. Reeling you in as your eyes wonder the glory that lies just out of reach. Do not be fooled by her voice of reason, she will take as she pleases and leave you empty with full hands. Be wary of this creature, I warn thee now, for she is known as the temptress.
- Author: Bo ( Offline)
- Published: April 5th, 2019 18:37
- Category: Unclassified
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