
She is like a serpent
Lurking in the dark
Watching my every move
Waiting for the perfect chance
She is but vicious
A threat to my weakness
A sweet temptation
I had wished to avoid
She is but a perfect fountain
In my virtual Eden
The water to satisfy my thirst
The Eve of my desire
But she is the perfect serpent
Lurking at her prey
Engulfs, uncurls and gone..
Leaving me lifeless
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