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[sid] => 70738
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Evil Soft and Sweet
[time] => 2004-11-09 07:27:37
[hometext] => Comments, both good and bad appreciated! Thanks!
[bodytext] => Looking at me, what do you see? Your eyes blur my reality You see full lips and curvaceous hips, and want to completely devour me But perception is a wicked trick, some what slick, to be had by the mind A twisted joke, clouds vision like smoke, something beautiful you did find Lovely soft skin, inviting you in, that appears to be kissed with dew Long eye lashes, as your heart thrashes, simply intrigue and tantalize you A smile so sweet, swept off your feet, believing that I am the one But once again, I tell you my friend, it is like staring at the sun If you look too deep, your eyes will weep, and sight will soon be gone For I am no creature, with one pure feature, to feast your gaze upon Tainted smile, been that way for a while, and a conscience beginning to decay Broken emotions, keep hate in perpetual motion, how it will forever stay Blackened heart of night, torments with delight, and scars the weak and kind A wicked soul, with only one heinous goal, to take over your mind So step a little more near, do not have fear, for you are already in my sight Try not to run, and spoil the fun, there's no need to put up a fight Far from the pretty girl you thought, now a lesson here must be taught, trust no one For I am the wicked, spoiled and sickened, my mind has come undone My beauty pulls you in, as parasites burrow under skin, heading straight for your heart I will undoubtedly use, and ferociously abuse, lacerating it apart So now what do you see, when you look at me, do your eyes see what lies within? For I am an evil soft and sweet, and yes I will sweep you off your feet, but then the trauma begins... [comments] => 7 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rxqueen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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