Sue E. Cidale

She's a keeper indeed
My only hope, my need
She'll lick my blood
Till my arms flood
Love is what she'll seize
Bring me down to my knees—
Little black butterfly
Let her touch my thigh

She writes me love letters
Maybe cause I let her
Red ink with her name signed
Arms thinner than white lines
Fatal romance indeed
More dangerous than greed
Flirting for a taste of death
She will take away my breath

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