His eyes met mine, a rare moment of weakness followed by his signature smirk up those darned lips.
" Oh honey I could drag you down to hell and you'd still want more."
How is it that I hate him to the core, yet all I want is his sinful lips on mine?
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Prophecy [poetry]
Poetry❝ I'm a sinner whose only sin was to have loved too hard ❞ A prophecy of every soul that'd ever been caught in the whims of love and lust. One-liners and poetry.
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