She wants me.
With one look she condemned me,
Who was I to know who she would be,
First look I smiled stupidly,
First look she grilled me,
I fell hard into her trap,
I fell into her cold evil hand to wrap,
Her eyes so demonic and dark
Her teeth sharp like those of a shark
Her face scaly and pale,
Her look violent yet stale,
Her body ready and fit,
Her hand hard and ready to hit,
Her touch put me in a shock ,
She stood right next to me to mock,
She made sure I was in her sights,
I am for sure part of her fight,
Shes like a tiger ready to attack,
I am her plan to stab my dads back,
I can feel her crave for me,
All she need is that chance to seek,
I can't risk being alone or found,
If I do she'll snatch me without a sound,
Her eyes show her revengeful thirst,
My heart is ready to burst,
She has intimated me,
I'm scared, and she smells it in me,
What should I do or say?
I know she's awaiting her day.
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