Hell hath no fury

Her kisses tell a story
That few might want to hear
A story about heartbreak
And anger, hurt and fear
A love fuelled by passion
And broken by the same
A story about betrayal
And feelings hard to name
The fire of her touch
The anger in her kiss
Love breaks down to jealousy
A twisted kind of bliss
Her fury goes unnoticed
He’s oblivious to her rage
He doesn’t know she knows
But pretty soon she’ll make him pay
He can feel her boiling
He mistakes her rage for lust
He doesn’t know how hurt she is
That he’s broken her trust
She pulls him closer to her
Soon his tongue is in her mouth
There’s the cue – her teeth come down
And then we hear a shout.

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