Silver WInd Posted November 21, 2007 Report Share Posted November 21, 2007 Black Widow Her eyes black suns burned around the edges she stared into empty space waiting for the next shooting star Her hair a wild tempest of the wind with tendrils of crimson gold flying free without binds Her skin silken caramel scented in lavender and rose petals glossed with moonlight Her voice sounds as a siren drawing in unwary souls to twist within her web of dark desire Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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