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Vixen
Who dares not to follow
The cunning Vixen
It is She- whom our eyes
Rape- never too slowly
How smoothly She twists
Our words into blades
Tricked- confusion
Becomes only too bliss
Oh, Vixen- for how long
Will She play with me
Tied down- I forget
She forces- a toxic
Purification into me
She's lucky- She has
All the time She needs
Is it love or lust
Forever- I want Her
All I see is Her flesh-
Just there for the taking
Vixen- scarred- what I
Run from- you make me
poem
by
Stefanie Fontker
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