Savage is Beauty
Her touch is a push and a pull,
It'll have you losing your mind and at the same time heal your soul.
A savage she is.
She'll claw you like a piece of meat,
While the beast in her kisses your lips.
You want her, you crave her, she turns you on.
The beast isn't such a beast after all.
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