Evil Wendy Poem by Saint Cynosure

Wendy is a little evil,
she honestly will say.
But thats what makes me want her,
because her evil ways.
She likes to watch men suffer,
and loves to hear them cry.
She ask you for forever,
to tell her reasons why.
She gazes in the mirror,
at the wicked in her eyes.
And pulls the skin tight leather,
up around her thighs.
A belt of spikes around her hips,
handcuffs, pins, and braided whips.
If she loves you there is no doubt,
that punishment that she'll deal out.
Its tough love she likes to say,
Wendy in her evil way.