Dance with the DevilA Poem by Michael G. SmithPlaying with fireDarkness, my forbidden lover
Allow hot breath and roaming hands
Darkness, tis' thee my forbidden lover
So, just another tale, taste of kiss taboo Soon I shall become the burden turn to laden dust Within thy savage grip to be as nothing A pool of salt wetted ash, the weakness of another spurned And alas, merely a syllable of thy last echo laughing © 2017 Michael G. Smith |
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Compartment 114
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