I'm your worst nightmare,
You'll think I'll let you touch me for the thrill of it,
But like a prescription theirs daily doses of it,
And if you're lucky refills.
Soft dark purple lips no lipstick on but that's the shade of my mouth.
Light brown eyes but no shine to it, always a tingle for to come forth.
Curly light brown hair down one side of my face, like an emo. got you cutting classes to be with me.
Short and built but always a foot taller, you'll always want this stud, even if you have a lover.
You'll believe you caught yourself a four leaf clover, but trust me baby theirs nothing lucky about me except my lust.
Trust me love, I'm a liar and a cheat, when I'm in the heat but nobody will ever beat me.
I'll make you dream, fantasize, write book and poetry about me, trust me I've seen and read them before.
I quite love the way they write about me, a dark mysterious, sexy from toes up, dreamy with his words, strong brunette, with scars all across his body and the best when it comes to the bed. (Exact words not even fuckin around.)
See honey, I'm not someone to love because if you do fall for me.
I'm the worst, I'm the worst for me.
I'm the worst for you.
Im the worst for everybody.
Im just the best in my area of expertise.
I'm sorry.
A/N I lowkey hate writing about this, mostly because I hate sex with a passion.
I was womanizer it was just so plain easy back then.
I can still do it, I still have my charm.
But I'm not going to cast my spell on anybody who doesnt deserve me yet.
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