Devilish Embrace

We look into each others eyes,
Our hands trace irregular shapes,
Across the countours of our backs.
Lips touch tenderly,
Affirming our desire for each other,
Then, when your guard is down,
I’ll rip out your heart,
And sing blasphemous hymns,
A sign of my love for Satan himself.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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