963.

That shows a quiet
truth. I still love like I'm a
child. Innocent.

962.

With a dangerous
underside hiding in all
my soft dismissals.

961.

Seeing only her
passion instead of the claws
behind that coy mask.

960.

Questing out new paths
across stupid men and all
their blind neediness.

959.

Little viper with
a monster biting out on
her tongue, stays licking.

958.

That, when amplified,
turns an innocence into
action. Restless slut.

957.

Insatiable in
its lust. A frenzy of need
and desperation.