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Deadly


All her moments still seem to linger

 & the sum of it all came as Eve gave me the juice of the forbidden fruit,

 but I couldn’t do my thing.

 She didn’t let me drink,

all she made me do was think.

But I digress…

 

My cries fell on her deaf ears.

 So, for that, she couldn’t hear me

 to bear the fear of the fight that was no longer in me..

Fatal, but I loved every wound,

 no more of her heart did I have the capacity

or even the audactity to consume

But I didn’t let it stop

Because with every drop I endured

it just hurt so good

While the love was all but pure

 

Painful was her love,

Hell yeah, it was dire

But she sold it well

with one hell of a flyer.

But oh man, what I would give to be seduced but her mysterious sin

compelled by the passion and sexiness she kept within.

 

Feminity turned to murder as I could feel her warm hands become extinct

Lost without that touch

I’m back left to contemplate and think

Of that deadly woman

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