I cling tightly to you as our lips collide in a sweet, harmonious symphony of seduction.
Huntress stalks the night, ensnaring prey.
Ink strikes blank paper, Weaving words into whimsy Infinite stories
At the stroke of midnight, My reign comes to a melancholy end I set off on the long, lonely journey home, To wipe off all the glitter and grime once again
I still remember the warmth of your gentle hands as they intertwined with mine.