Mist and Chill

She is made of chill and mist. Her lips taste frozen but there’s heat in her kiss. She saunters in without a care, bringing with her a breeze of icy air. She wants to held like any other dame. But she can’t commit, she’s too fond of games. She is made of mist and chill. A cold cold beauty; an icy thrill.

mistandchill

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