Lyssa Renea

Deal-Maker - Poem by Lyssa Renea

The deal is sealed with a kiss
The curse of your doom
Lips to lips I'm your deity now
You're just my nervous tick
My zombie, minion, slave
You are mine alone
My tongue brushes your lips
Making this all the more final
You sold your soul to me
I'm your deity, Goddess, and lover
You pay my price. You're mine

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

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