She drops
on black clad souls
tucks in
and rolls over hips
hugs hot walls
with velvet lubed hands
spys though lashes
sleeping form on couch
strings a web
of breath in silk and scent
traps delicious victim
in a caressing cocoon
slices through cotton
with a hand forged dagger
silences a surprised mouth
with her own pulse
and Attacks
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