Today the devil danced with me.
Put my own heart in my hands and told me to squeeze.
Geometric spurts of my conscious mind gone and my libido taking over, ruby red lips pressed tightly against my hips.
A devilish deed, the tucking away of our emotions in drawers.
Open your eyes, as wide as the yellowing moon. Talene.
You and your tongue and me.
My libido taking a bite out of a juicy plum. You dripping down my chin.
Succulence.
A devilish dance,
our chance at sin.
(a poem I wrote a few days ago)
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