The Devils DaughterA Poem by AWickedMoonUntil they taste her lustful lips
The Devils Daughter
With a pretty smile, a body
to make a train stop dead in its tracks,
With her skin so soft and
her cleavage exposed, yet no one will ever know,
Until they taste her
lustful lips,
Pride consumes you as
she walks with you at your hip,
You must be grand to be
able to with stand,
Until the envy sets in as
she wanders another man,
Driven by your anger you
dabble your fingers in that man’s life,
But there are so many, all sent
to steal her from you,
In this greed you feel a
thirst, the thirst for more,
Gluttony takes over he will
orchestrate the dirty work,
As the madness pulls you
closer, you no longer pray,
You have become a sloth to
your church,
And have been missing for
days,
As she runs her finger
along your chest and you think of victory,
Until she sheds her skin,
A menacing smile takes her
face,
Out of options, out
of time, now come with us as you have died…
Realization that you have
sinned sets in.
. .
© 2013 AWickedMoonAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on April 2, 2013 Last Updated on April 3, 2013 AuthorAWickedMoonCalgary, I am a fan of the egyptian gods, CanadaAboutIf you have time check out my Deviant account! http://jadepatterson.deviantart.com/ a> My name is Jade Patterson and I hail from Calgary, Canada. I enjoy dipping in to all genres and trying my h.. more..Writing
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