Th3 Rav3n Poems

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My Muse

She is sin. She holds back nothing.
Covering hardly any skin. Leather, fishnets, she sure is something.
Her dancing is comparable, to a Molotov thrown in the dead of night.
My feelings for her became unbearable, and with a single touch, a fire of passion did ignite.
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