I.

She looks sexy when she's sick,

black circling

beautiful

eyes.

Sad

and twisted,

she looks gorgeous

even when she's vomiting up smoke.

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II.

Something cold in her running scared,

wearing miniskirt plaid

barely over

legs.

Tan

and made up

she's all dressed for him,

hoping she won't have to pay for the high.

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III.

She's trying to breathe with his hands

wrapped strong

around her

waist.

Breathe

in and out,

fingers caressing

her smooth skin but breathing's harder now.

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IV.

She's arching her back as his lips

tickle her thin neck

moving slow

down.

Wet

circles of lust

as they weave their

way up her strained back, chest.

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V.

She's smiling as he whispers drugs

into her ear, piercing

through her

mind.

Lips

opening sexy

so that he wants her

more than already, more then ever.

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VI.

She's sexy when she's bent over in twisted sickness,

his hands holding her neck weaken and slip,

her lips are open in lust as she feels as

he collapses under her spell of sex.

Devil's child.