She's back again
With her long flowing hair and the way she walks
Her profound curves and her silky talk
How I've missed her
Her intense gaze, blue eyes that immerse your soul into cold
But she's gold
Plush lips, those lips...
Those lips, their kiss
It's bliss
It's almost maddening, really
The way she saunters past and knows
She take's the light with her
Leaving behind no life and a time that could only be described as... winter
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