when i get under his surface, there's a devotion of lust for the devil in his blood stream - it travels through his fingers and undoes my buttons and zips, it travels to his lips and kisses me with a passion so deep inside him it gives me chills, making my breathing laboured while he pulls my hair for a thrill.
i'm your little girl with you like this, luci's your baby and you fix things with a kiss, she sings for you when you grab her throat and dances while taking off her coat.
she's silent when you're in control and i think you've realised, little nods and small smiles of pleasure mixed with her body pressing into you when she's needy, whining for more, quiet incase someone walks past.
she'll drag you to the pits of hell when you want what you gave her and get you to show her who's in control, in her head she always ends up winning but i think it's always you who does.
there are certain places on my body that are sore to the touch, my lips are swollen and i can taste you on my tongue.
"have you missed me?"
"mhm"
"i knew you would."
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Poesiaa series of the 666 diaries, this is number 3. started in april 2016, ended jan 2017.
