never mess with fire or you could just be burnt

carnal passion resides within her very frame, flooding the wine of her life, pulsating across each vein of hers. From fire she was born and so the babe burns.. Beauifully and freely. It was the joy of the foreign smells that made Siobhan wandering more. The sight of another soon interested the firey pelted woman alot, oh who could it be. "Ooo look who it is.. The young prince" She would hiss in the twisted mind the serpetines sliding across the thoughts, oh how interesting. No no, siobhan isnt brutal or in the seductive feeling; shed never dare touch a hair on that masculine frame. It was lust, hate and even love; the sheer existance that brought the brute of a woman here. The hate would thrive on the aching heart and the love would claw away to the womans souless life. She's returned for her daughter and damn right wont let her fall out of the grasp so easily.. not again, not after being separated by the fire. " My buisness is to only join the pack.. You must be the prince ive heard so kindly about? The names Siobhan." Sultry italian sweep the lobes; poised to perfection. The devil has risen.
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