Rose , a quiet , artistic and beautifully flawed woman ,
never experiences any excitement beyond her black ,
and dull life .
She'd find simple joy in a canvas and water based paints , using her intellect as inspiration.
Her mind was a very beautiful place , also, a very submissive one at that . . .
Deep within her studio apartment in New York City ,
she has an erie feeling .
Little did she know she was desired , her importance and existence meant more then she'd thought.
Her stride in her walk intensified a deadly lust ,
Her lips , held the realm to another world for another person ,
Her eyes held the portal to another dimension which added to his growing hunger for her .
Her strands of her hair , cold hands yearned to touch ,
Her mind , a paradise that held mental stability and creativity .
Her finger tips , that gave of a warm radiance .
Her soul , held the universe ,
"I swear I walk with God but , the devil keeps following . . . "
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This book is intended for mature audiences only , if you are under the age of 18, I suggest you find a different book to read or take heed of the events constructed this book ; there will be the usage of mature language, sex and violence .
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