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