Danger Zone

She came, she called, one night with visions of her vintage smile
And alabaster soul that stoked and stroked in ways so unprepared.
Eyes that seemed broken yet fixed to fool those not wary. Not worthy.
Wherein a cavern dark I dwelt in disarray of comfortless slumber
For she who would not, who could not let this sleeping beast lie.
Instead to touch, to tease, to please, till I broke that shell
And pierced the pain where pleasured pas gave her light again.

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