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The Queen of Passion
Creamy satin merges from her neck Daunting eyes Though glass window views Here in her tall castle of desire While she waits Crystal, and china, He was but another woman’s fire The countless dreams Lay on beds of screams And in the longest of hours, he did return ,depleted Of the lust and passion she longed for And she waits But her weakness for the gems she polished Give no meaning to the abolished Appetite she craved And she waits And he wrapped her in red roses of plenty And the smiles and promises he couldn’t keep He was weak And she waits No more, with a black velvet cloak over her shoulder She rode into the night With fire at her breast And the smoke that did smolder, from her hair that rustled in the wind Down to the door of another Eyes met, locked in a heat Bearing down below her feet Came a bewildered spouse Tore the neck of her blouse With a violet end There in the bend, the blood did flow like a river Where he stood there with a shiver Red running on his fingers Numb and astounded She lay there, in color of red roses As she poses, died
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