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Jul 2018
Cold walls
At my fingertips
Down empty halls
Voices calling out
To quench my cravings
Lucifer lurks
Behind the dark nun
Beckons to me
Allures, enthralls me
His touch
On my skin
Of dark embers
Hot & red
Eager for thrill
I trade my soul
Desirous of
A sinful kiss
Inked Quill
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Inked Quill  F/India
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