poetry, writing

It’s Alright

A mane with waves like the sea,

Eyes as dark as the darkest night.

An evil streak exists deep inside,

But she fights it with all her might.

Raised to be pure and true of heart,

Working hard and trying to do right.

But sometimes her desires come through,

Especially when she wants to be held tight.

She retreats into her mind at these times,

And gives her plump pink lips a bite.

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