my body calls to each one.
Powerless against my exotic curves,
they come undone.
Pursuing me shamelessly
with trinkets and lies
begging unders my spell
for relief between my thighs.
Each one dying for a taste of liquid bliss.
Innocence lost long ago
so a fate like mine you'd miss.
No longer silently taken
like the good girl I was before.
Now with my nails in his flesh
I make him scream for more.
So easy to control what
was never mine to give.
Just beneath my flesh is
where my soul now lives.
Inspired by the novel "Cry Wolf" by Tami Hoag
