Come on! Bite me — like a ripe fruit,
Leave your marks on my skin, with kisses drunk and deep.
Let moans like fallen notes take root,
Caress your ears, and pull you into sleep.
I am a demon, a devil in the flesh!
You cannot breathe, you cannot turn away.
You stand on the edge, and I won't refresh—
I whisper, asking you to fall and stay.
I need one more soul — so take a step!
I'll drink it up, bite into a heart and smile.
Don't threaten me, don't try to tempt,
I'll answer with a grin:
“No, I'm not afraid to stay alone for a while.”
The Temptress
© Copyright: Викки Мун, 2026
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