Valentine: Vixen Sotwe |work|

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A femme fatale stirs, on Valentine's Day. Her name is whispered, a sultry tone, A vixen, seductive, all her own.

Her style is sleek, her charm untold, A siren's call, that echoes cold. She stalks through streets, with velvet pace, Leaving a trail, of lovesick face. valentine vixen sotwe

Her heart, a mystery, a velvet glove, Conceals the truth, of her tender love. For on this day, of saccharine sweet, She'll toy with hearts, and make them skip a beat. In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A femme

But beware, dear loves, of her wily ways, For beneath her charm, lies a cunning gaze. She'll play the game, of love and desire, Until the night, her passions conspire. She stalks through streets, with velvet pace, Leaving

Her eyes, like rubies, shine bright and bold, As she weaves a spell, young hearts to hold. With lips that curve, a wicked grin, She beckons lovers, to give in.