he
ripped my skirt off my thighs
my breath from my lungs
my virginity, a prize
rings caught on cheekbones
the sound of sighs
air filled with moans
lights reflecting of our skin
his horns catch glimmers
but only spread shadows
such a deadly sin
a stone cold killer
*** with the devil
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
he
ripped my skirt off my thighs
my breath from my lungs
my virginity, a prize
rings caught on cheekbones
the sound of sighs
air filled with moans
lights reflecting of our skin
his horns catch glimmers
but only spread shadows
such a deadly sin
a stone cold killer
*** with the devil
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