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- - - SHE WANTS THE D - - -
One cool Autumn eve
She came to me with needs
Begging and pleading
She whispered, desperately
"I want the D"
I tasted her moistened lips
As her tears fell like the rain
With cruelty's promise
Wrapped in a phantom kiss
Days long bereft of kindness
Left a scar upon her soul
She wished before my ashes
Kept for all time
Beneath winter's veil
In the pits of Hell
She wanted the D
With her last breath
When her skin grew pale
Pierced with rusted nails
She wanted the D
So, I gave her Death
Lick the blood from 'tween her breasts
Copper tastes, porcelain skin
Quivers beneath my touch
Eternal sleep without rest
And when I quell her tempest
Her kiss will feed my thunder
I will bathe in her sorrow
Sacred, divine
Beneath winter's veil
In the pits of Hell
She wanted the D
With her last breath
When her skin grew pale
Pierced with rusted nails
She wanted the D
So, I gave her Death
Desirable Eve
Whispers among the trees
Moaning and cursing
Wicked screams, dementedly
That she wants the D
Beneath winter's veil
In the pits of Hell
She wanted the D
With her last breath
When her skin grew pale
Pierced with rusted nails
She wanted the D
So, I gave her Death
(c) 2016 Frank Green
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