Hexed

artwork made by me

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There is an ocean in her stare,

pulling you closer, unaware.

She looks at you—she already knows

the hidden heat you never expose.

Beneath the surface,

where shadows breathe,

are things she lets you almost reach.

A thousand storms behind her eyes,

a thousand ways to mesmerize.

A wicked promise in her gaze,

a labyrinth of moonlit haze.

Her lips hold secrets,

soft and thin,

the kind that pull a bad man in.

She wears temptation like a crown,

and watches every defense drown.

Not with force,

not with touch,

but with the ache of wanting too much.

She doesn’t call,

she doesn’t try,

yet still you follow,

don’t ask why.

It drives you mad,

it burns,

it stays,

you lose your breath in longing ways.

She moves like silence dressed in lace,

a fleeting touch you can’t replace.

She pulls you in,

then you pay the price

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Like death,

she don’t happen twice.

For some are made for heaven above,

and some for darker forms of love.

She is the craving you can’t let go

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the beautiful ruin you’d die to know.

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