Month: April 2019

A place I’ve never known.
A touch I’ve never felt.
And words I’ve never said.

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She dances on my fingertips.
With gems for eyes, and candied lips.
Her scent that teases, a smell I’ve never known.
It beckons me forth, as if I’ll never own.
The sun dies down, as shadows dance.
She leaves my body in a trance.
With parting lips that never left.
A fleeting touch, still on my chest.
Words that scream, but that I’ll never say.
Locked inside my head until this day.
I shout, I beg, I swear I’ll wipe the pain away.
Just please, don’t leave.
Please, don’t go away.

She hypnotizes demon’s with devil lips.
And the sway of hourglass hips.

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The beat moves to the motion of her hips.
She’s got a silk voice and persuasive lips.
Thin frame, but far from tender.
A queen of hearts, atop a throne of cinders.
A smoke, a shot, a drink for him.
Dissolving in a flurry of rum and gin.
A demon prince, at night among his kin.
He sits atop a throne of lust and sin.
An encounter of prince and queen
A district alight with red lights and velvet seams.
A dance between the two, of legs and lips.
No pause between the lust of swaying hips.
She sings a song of moans and lust.
And he relieves the pain of broken trust.
Two hearts so cold, and minds so numb.
But the beat goes on, with the rhythm of a drum.
A queen of hearts, atop a demon prince
The sway of lust, atop a bed of lonely sins.