Onyx
against pale skin
she
glows
into the room
gold chain shackled
to ivory ankle
Wrapped in darkness
it is her design
diamonds on black velvet
she
purrs
She
is her own creation
Grab her
you clutch thorns
She
alone
is in control
Slight turn
her head tilts
A whisper...
m e l t i n g
she turns to go
"Midnight..."
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