Femme Fatale

January 12, 2012
Seduced by the thorns of a rose, drawn to the devil kissed vibrant red that paints her full lips. Intrigued by the warm golden honey eyes that whisper sweet melodic sounds of seduction which kiss my ears erupting in the depths of my soul. Haunted by the fragrance brought about as the wind combs through dark hair that dances to a winter nights cold rhythm but is met with the gentle curtsies and warmness of a summers afternoon. But hidden behind perfect features that echo my name , and hidden behind the flawlessness in your beauty ;words of caution are etched into your beautiful frame...Femme Fatale. I've realized you are simply to be admire , not loved.

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