Sooooooo, Im back. :p I feel like these darn things are getting progressively shorter, damn. Well anyway, on a brighter note, pleas tell me what you think, and leave ideas if you'd like. I don't know whether or not I'll use any of them, but it'd be good to know what you guys like.
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Certain lines were never meant to be crossed.
(Right?)
Little miss Weasley is a sight to behold.
Her hair is like a curtain of fire, cascading down her back. Each flaming curl bounces with every sway of her sassy little hips.
Like moths, men gather only to be burned in the end.
Mile long legs eat up the ground with every click of her shiny black stilettos. Perfect little nails eat up the men with every swipe of this wildcat's claws.
It's no secret that Cupid must have lent his own to form the perfect cherry hued bow of her oh so kissable lips.
It's a shame that no boy has ever made it to the medics after being shot straight through the heart.
Ever changing hazel eyes ensnare all who look.
Most find themselves caught with no chance of escape.
Yes, this entrancing flame makes all who come near want nothing more than to be burned.
End the end, they all get their wish.
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Slugs and snails
And puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
(Hugo doesn't think so.)