When beauty belies what lies inside.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, with varacious eyes.
A predator hungry for more than gentile.
An instinct for procreation, for fucking as she kneels.
A need to feel the pain of being used for days.
A want to be pummelled to be hurt, again and again.
That’s what you’re prey shall give with a sinister grin.
Weaved into your web to ravage, through the first carnal sin.
When beauty belies what lies inside.
I saw, I saw what you needed, I saw it in those beautiful blue eyes.