Work Text:
Here she comes
She, he, they?
The object of my affection
The one without name
Black, red, and green
Snakes, piercings, fishnets
Why am I like this?
I want to kiss them
Cuddles, snuggles, hugs
So very nice to look at
They are all I can think of
All that's on my mind
And
I cannot stop staring