She came in like the autumn wind
Her wicked smile causes goosebumps on my skin
Embers of memories dancing in the nighttime air
Sent of her perfume weaves the spell.
Black lipstick stains her glass as she deeply drinks
Fresh nail marks on my back begin to sting.
Lost in her darkness, I am found
She is a queen with a thorny crown.
Staying but for a little while, then gone again
Most delicious taste of the deepest sin
Holding onto moments made in the briefest of time.
Knowing I will never call her mine.
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