White Daisy
She dwells in secret places,
following shadows,
stalking the night.
Her eyes are coal fire in the darkness,
stealing light from the moon
and making it their own.
She moves in graceful ways,
treading softly,
body like liquid in the moonlight.
She is poison,
and she is perfection,
all fluttering eyelashes
and curves that beg you to touch.
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