The Madness Behind Her Eyes

it’s not the

beauty

of her flesh

that’s pulls you in

or the shape of

her breasts

and the curve

of her hips

although to see her nude

upon the bed

turns you on

and makes you hard

something stupid

but rather

it’s the

madness behind her eyes

and the way she’s so

fucking

crazy

that makes you want her

it’s about

tasting the danger

in her soul

and catching a

glimpse of the

visions in her head

flesh is one thing

but it’s what lies

beneath

that makes her

so heavy

it’s the

innocence of her trauma

and the fragility of

her mind

that leaves you hungry

for all that

she is

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