The clock strikes 10, she get up and get ready
The countdown starts, they better be ready
Once the last sand trickle down the hourglass she'll have them by the neck
Countless faceless figures, no matter what they'll leave a wreck
It's a definite win for her, no use for struggling
Just please her enough if not start begging
All your darkest secrets are common knowledge to her
No use hiding under a fake fur
She'll give you your darkest dreams at a cost but no less a dream
Once you get a taste you'll always be hungry, and she'll be there like a cat who got the cream
Once you're in you'll never get out of her case
All hail the red light district's ace
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Silent Notes
PoetryA compilation of my original poems. Some are like stories and some are like thoughts.
