dear daniel howell;
you said that you'll always hate me because i'm a sinner, but when my cheeks were hallowed between your thighs all you were screaming was more! more! more!
you said that love doesn't exist for people like me, for the devil's children, but daniel, if this isn't love, then i'm not sure what is. i think about your honey coated lips in the waking hours of the morning, and i'll tell you a secret.
sometimes, i touch myself. and all i think is dan, please, more! more! more!
do you think god appreciates the way i sin? i don't think so. i don't think god appreciates the way you screamed my name and pulled my hair until the follicles almost collapse on themselves.
you know what i think? i think you love me, and that you're absolutely terrified of it. it's okay, dan, because when we go to hell? i'll hold your hand.
sweet dreams,
phil lester;
the devil incarnate.
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HELL FIRE
Romancehe looked like a saint but god knew there was nothing holy about him. OR phil lester is the son of a preacher but his lips scream sin. daniel howell is intrigued by the devil incarnate, even if his religion would burn him alive.
