Touches so tender,
They provoke the Devil inside
And the sins they render,
are to be kept in the dark tonight.
Breath so warm,
It sets the skin on fire,
Only the innocence is to be harmed,
As the flames get fuelled by desire.
Whispers so gentle,
They emerge like pure mist,
Driving the Devil mental,
They transform into many a fervent kiss.
Souls so close,
Minds are well seduced,
The acts they chose,
Were, from lust alone, deduced.
Lust so dreadful,
Can even turn a saint into a sinner,
It's the Devil's best tool
Hence the saneness it hinders.
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(A/N: Hiya! I hope you enjoyed!
Lust can be a dreadful delirium, right? ;)
Thanks for reading, vote and comment! Lots of Love. XOXO)
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