
The Beast in Me
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She walks with fire in every step,
A smoldering ember you can’t forget.
A cascade of hair, dark as night,
Tangled in shadows, chasing light.
Her latex clings like a lover’s touch,
Gleaming curves that promise much.
The shine, the sleek, the way it grips,
Hints of danger on her lips.
The room becomes her, a stage, a game—
She moves like smoke, untamed, unclaimed.
A whisper of power, a hint of tease,
She commands the space, brings you to your knees.
Her beauty, wild, it isn’t soft,
Her presence commands, held aloft.
Eyes like fire, deep, untamed,
In her gaze, you’ll be unnamed.
Her laughter—low, a wicked thrill,
Echoes in the air, bending will.
With each step, with each glance,
You’ll feel the pull, a wicked dance.
You wonder if she sees through you,
Knows the beast she can undo.
A primal call beneath the skin,
She stirs the fire, invites you in.
In latex tight and shadows deep,
She stirs the beast you cannot keep.
The hunger grows, it claws, it rages,
As she steps through, a queen of cages.
But know this truth, you are not free—
For you’ve unleashed the beast in me.