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May 2015
With your sinful smirk that the devil would envy
Cunning eyes, brimmed with your lies
Burning fires in those iris'
All you saw was that ******, devil's red

Grace my thighs with your wicked hands
Bet your bitter self was once bitten
So bite me now with you ******* ways
A bundle of teethmarks and undiluted desires
Cara
Written by
Cara  sussex
(sussex)   
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