Satan In Desire
Is that your face I can see
through my mirror, behind me!
those lustful sunken eyes, red in jealousy,
envy and wrath so precise!
Touched too hard, nailed upon your knees
pure dark red lips with black velvet wearing
features so vivid, curves so nude..
legs crossed, to bring the mood.
Though tough but not so impossible
to have such power into very own me..
Here, I took the wine,
with the blink of eyes brought you heaven,
Urge so wet,
for the first time ever may be a lady put you on fire! ! !
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