She walks with swag,
The swing of the hip,
Queen of the drag,
Giving the slip.
Smooth legs with the short skirt,
Always looking her best,
A malevolent flirt,
Flaunting her chest.
A one night stand,
Yet she never is sore,
A way with her hands,
Such a simple whore.
A smile that hides countless lies,
An alluring aura of temptation and deceit,
Breaking hearts and causing cries,
Never admitting defeat.
The kiss of a demon,
Make-up hiding her true face,
Nothing more than a magnet of semen,
Tell me how does the truth taste?
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