Masked Man

Buttercup's Bullshit


With hooded eyes he watches

his lustful gaze mesmerizing

he glides like a predator stalking

ready to pounce so smoothly

his words a masterful mix of

enchantments meant to entice

even the most mistrustful prey

his poems are his sword

he slays hearts as he composes

a wicked path of destruction

leaving broken pieces in his wake

spinning his tales of

adoration and desire

he moves in for the kill

his soft lips speak

drawing her in

he is the assassin of admirers

and she his willing victim

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