Becky is beautiful
but kind and cruel,
Her eyes flash when I call her a vamp,
and when I bad mouth her boyfriend.
“You make me laugh,” she says, “can I kill you?”
She has the hair of a teenage friend,
the eyes of an old love, the profile and
features of a desirable aunt, the body of
the goddess Parvati, and a smile like paradise.
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