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The devils bitch.
Deserving of the lacerations on my skin, the goodness seeps out as the evil pours in.
Scalded from candle wax burns tingle, lusting for me and the devil to intermingle.
As the heat from his breath circled my neck, I grabbed onto his horns no feeling of regret.
Flustered in a pool of hot wet mess, drenched right through my laced satin dress.
My skin and flesh melting bones turn to dust, stuck burning in hell over this stupid lust.
Scalded from candle wax burns tingle, lusting for me and the devil to intermingle.
As the heat from his breath circled my neck, I grabbed onto his horns no feeling of regret.
Flustered in a pool of hot wet mess, drenched right through my laced satin dress.
My skin and flesh melting bones turn to dust, stuck burning in hell over this stupid lust.
Published 8th Mar 2020
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10th Mar 2020 8:21pm
