Blueroseprincess

A dancing girl with fiery hair, Twirling smoke around her finger Dances in darkness for a sea of howling wolves Unclothed, her emptiness is put on stage To burn in the spotlight As claws scratch at the floor She plucks a hot cigarette from one of the fingers Puts it to her lips and takes a warm sultry drag "Look, but don't touch" she mutters, Stepping just close enough for a claw to rip into her thigh And she whispers into the snarling crowd "What more do you want?" as her hips and crimson lips rock smoothly and tempt softly And while her legs move, her eyes dance and smile, Unsolvable mazes of golden brown for irises. A subtle wink giv