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Lady Nasta (pink lemonade)

Lady Nasta (pink lemonade)

A feminine evil born the chemistry makeup of physically flaming hot.

Though surprisingly soft her skins blistered to a hide

                    but more pink up close when lights provisioned right.

The darkest pink to be exact where illuminations leave hides in the pitch black

                      A strained whisper traveling nights sky riding unseen on a dark wind.

Not a color or shade to seperate temptations vision here , there, in a dream or wherever seen

                  Her heart thumps of just enough love to breathe life

                  while the rest pumps heavy pushes of wicked to fuel this temptress and her dark mind.

She Stares from the shadows glistening hells glare with a flicker .

             Beauties flame burning behind a pair of soul gazing eyes .

Braids of silk fashioned to a point frame her face

                           as they rise a crown that suits the queen of the damned

                 A slender stature of gain with shadows approach

                             blotting legs long to support imaginations sexiest shape.

         Luck be with any and all spared this ladies lips

                     searing sweet but dry firmly applied poisonous kiss.

        Natures essence burnt to a crisp perfume her a fiery smoked hickory sent.

Arms bleed warmth with a hatefully loving embrace .

                  A violin plays while she awaits steps to lead a dance or give chase.

                                Smoke singes a taste floating either side her forked lash beyond lips luscious face.

Hidden wings explode to wrap this dark angel a crushing grip.

                  Caressing hands stroke a tug then rip.

                                    Red whine stains her glass with a drip pressed from dangled feet

                                                                 mashing a sip to wash down the soul as she eats.

A woman with an appetite needing more 

         But plenty of looks to supply the need to die for.

                         She's got little love to give but gives to many then waits patiently.

                                                       Next please!

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