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Devil's Grin

Moody musical melodies ringing in the mighty misty moonlight
Light shades nestled on the bridge of his nose
Tugging the trench coat tighter til
Leaning against a broken glass windowsill
Gray boots, green tie and waiting
Tonight's the night he will die
Elated at this winning prize
The devil was grinning

Rope in hand with seconds to spare
Closing the distance with long strides
Pushed behind the counter nook
Bounded arms and legs
Hanging by the hinging hook
Stripped now bare
Anticipating a new death in a decrepit mind
He knows tonight's the night he will die

Siren-like stalking forward slowly, slyly
Reaching for and massaging every massive muscle with mild spices
Taking time to thoroughly taste every open space on her tempted treat
Morality now moaning, groaning, gritting, mollified by his gesticular disposition
Fellation, frantically feasting on his fortified form; gently pulling back and forth his foreskin
Balls in hand, devolving; she was his sinful death
The devil is grinning

Her alabaster opalescence, his olive glaze
Both glowing, an aura of majestic malaise
He wasn't proud of what he'd done
He, Caution, was a diseased whore
Caution had to fuck Morality just once more
The devil knew along and would not stop grinning.
Jordanne
Written by Jordanne (RubixCube)
Published | Edited 7th Dec 2011
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