She exits her gold chariot One pump at a time. Cloaked in her matching pin-striped Arsenal of next month's nows. She grazes through the dark, Downtown concrete planes. She sinks a special kill, A flesh she's never had before. A prey who's blood is rich with love.
I want to sink my teeth into Skin I can't see through. I'll clench my jaw deep down inside. Lick my lips hoping to find A taste of life with you.
Holes freckle her hips. She's sick of breaking necks With designer prints, French tips. Her shoes as red as lips. Every meal tastes alike. I want something I can bite. Like the tethers of this diet. Let the shackles fill my cheeks. Feed these itching jowls. Flush my painted teeth. My palate has been cleansed.
Jewels and stones cut so precise. Held up by a ring. Catches all glances and looks Hoping to distract from The finger to the left So bare and unfurnished Named for sporting such hardware.
With dreams cut so precise. She's held up by her strings. She catches all glances and looks Hoping to find someone who can Dress her naked hand. I'll tear my heart right out And have you sport it as hardware.
KEEP DRAWING ROBBIE SHADOW. THERE IS NO GOING BACK. Please the Foxxbeast!
But THANKS! And it just fits zombie Robbie man!
I SHALL! You know I have more in store!
I'm trembling in fear yet I'm also in love with the detail and character
Wow this is so legit
And the angel is amazingly pulled off
Such a nice comment UuU