She cannot be sated.
She wants more of everything, indeed.
Regrets fill her heart, nonetheless.
It ties her hands, her legs.
And shuts her thoughts.
Questions left to be answered play in her head.
She is a shameless woman.
Wakes up in the midst of twilight,
and sleeps in the brink of dawn.
She wears a thin layer of lush satin.
As she walks down to her prey,
spreading her soft legs.
And speaks of hush and hiss.
Men, foolish creature of all crave for her touch.
Such a shameless woman, they all say.
Down and deep, she cries for a light she would never see.
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