There will be nothing gentle about red lips
Dripping with lust
Nothing gentle about gold claws
Itching for more
                              There will be nothing gentle about her voice
When she reminds you
That she makes
Her own rules.
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              
                                          
                                        
                                                  There will be nothing gentle about red lips
Dripping with lust
Nothing gentle about gold claws
Itching for more
                              There will be nothing gentle about her voice
When she reminds you
That she makes
Her own rules.
                                      
                                          
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