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Hard as nails, cold as steel,
is what you are to me.
Sweet little girl, soft to the touch,
mean and ruthless inside.
Hiding your anger in a delicate shell,
a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Fire burns in your eyes, consuming your soul.
Soft as silk, your words cut like a knife,
sting like a whip.
Gentle kisses, sweet to the taste, deadlier than poison.
Painful glances race from your eyes,
straight through the heart, destroyed,
waiting for the fire to burn out.
Inflicted pain, you do so well, names the hunger stronger.
Warm embraces from a cold heart, attract me nearer,
holding you dearer, easy prey to you.
Lost in a fantasy, chasing a dream, finding out who you really are.
Hard core lover, a delicate charade, a cunning act.
Hard as nails, cold as steel,
is what you are to me.
Seeing past your facade, you keep it well,
let me in, to the warmth below.