She would just walk down the steets
Off with her high heels
Making her hair fly in the air
As she'd keep on walking down the path
Every male would just stare at her
For she was a living Goddess.
Brushing up to one of the lads
Making him melt under her loving caresses
A finger right under his chin, softly rubbing
And he was already inconscious, day-dreaming.
Working her way with every man,
It's only the desire of pleasure she was seeking
But only one was a true lover
Nor that it matters, she didn't even care
All she wants is a night
Well spent with a handsome man
To show her what pleasure can be
Her red dress was still floating in the air
Yet, little white spots had made their appearance
For they were spread on all of her dress
A fish had been caught, it was now the time to bring it home
But little did he know...
He kept on looking towards her.....
Her lips shining, tempting
Such pounding eyes...
An humongous aura of comfort and of love
He already had the feel inside
But little did he know...
It's only tomorrow he realised,
Only when it was too late of course
That the red on her dress, was the blood of all her fellow catches.
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