Minerva Frost - Hostess

She beckons to her love of one night
With her moonlight skin body she slinks forward
Like a majestic lioness of prowl,
With such elegance and grace, she prowls
Her eyes half closed in the game of seduction
Caressing kisses of thousands,
To men, to women. To nameless faces,
She soon forgets
The glittery attire she is mindlessly clad in
As her lipstick, a shade,
A normal woman wouldn't dare to put on
Is it the magic pills that makes others see the wings on her back?
Or are they genuine?
'You are a butterfly' whispered words into her ears
She smiles playfully, as if what was just stated was amusing
She is a lowly moth,
Painted in the colors of the beautifuls
A seductive play so vile, disgusting
A wolf hidden in a sheep's fair clothes.
Or maybe an uncertain sheep in a wolf's rough facade
A lone tear is shed into twilight,
missing the things she never had

Minerva Frost

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