Temptation at its Finest

Temptation at its Finest

A Poem by Tatiana Lexia

May the horrid little devil
be unmade upon your shoulder.
And sing whispers in your ear
with more than merry care.
Injured pride be damned
until my bones grow cold.
Because I'll die not in your arms;
my soul cannot be sold.

© 2013 Tatiana Lexia


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Added on March 5, 2013
Last Updated on March 5, 2013
Tags: temptation, devil, on, your, shoulder, soul, love

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Tatiana Lexia
Tatiana Lexia

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