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Demonic Desire

Demonic Desire
Eyes burning black
Dark as fear itself,
They scortch my own
Left bleeding streams of wanton.
Flash a devilish grin my way,
And brush that dark leather lock aside
Cloth of crimson shimmering, flowing,
From broad towaring shoulders.
A satanic sight to see indeed,
I've never felt senseless lust like this before.
For hours now, I've absorbed your presence,
and in an instant, I say goodbye forever.
Farewell, my satan-spawned wanton.

By Sand D. Mon