You know that the essence of trouble lingers

Without a doubt

But you look in her eyes anyway

You lust for it


Lust for it

The signs are tall tale

You know what lies beneath

But what captivates you is on the

The beauty inner and outer

The surface

Why does beauty always couple with trouble?

You know it would be fun


A ride

That would thrill you

The ultimate end inevitably being

Nightmarish, lies

Cheating, maybe STDs,


A nightmare

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