his eyes are warm, a hazel brown upon his head the devil’s crown hell's fire reveals his true intention it's why the lord refused his ascension his lust it flickers, a candle in the storm mine burns for him, undying, unnerving he doesn't love me he never will but oh he's a man when he grips my thigh he spreads me open and makes me sigh asserting dominance he whispers sin i cry for god but my voice runs thin he's had his ***** way with me I'm tainted, ruined, marked and done he's finished with me, had his fun yet sometimes in my wildest dreams I yearn for him and that wicked gleam.