The devil calls me his princess.
I don't mind the love affair.
Mundane men were incapable
of loving a soul tainted by so much sin.
The devil stared in awe
as I reinforced his reputation.
He took me by the hand
and asked me to dance with him.
As I swayed in the shadows
with my heart in my hands,
I realized I've never felt safer
than in the arms of the devil himself.
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Illicit Desires
PoetryHere's an insight into the good girl's bad side. If the world was a little less judgemental, would you let it all out? Would you explore your fatal desires without a doubt? Tell me all your stories over a cup of tea. Trust me, little girl, your secr...
