Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2019
The devil took control of your mind
The mixed signals blurred all the lines.
He became your pink soft lips
Spreading his evil into my mouth.
Your fingers no longer caressed but pierced
The flesh of my arms and face.
Still I stroked your horns tenderly
And polished your pitchfork with obedience.
tumbledry
Written by
tumbledry  F/sweet insanity
(F/sweet insanity)   
369
     APoetisOnly, ---, ---, Juneau, --- and 2 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems