Lady Cali’s Bones

There’s a special kind of
Cold that’ll brush across
Your face

With slender fingers
And painted nails

It’ll feel so sweet yet so
Welcoming

Like when you leave the window
In your bedroom open
And the night invites
Itself in
While you’re undercover
Under covers

Disguised as someone
Who should be sleeping
Yet a thrall to answer
Her heedsome call

An aura of attraction
And a magic with mystery

So cold yet so engulfed
In energy

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