Stepped into the wings of a fallen angel. Cursed with the love of a demon. Desired by a faithful devil; hoping he has a reason. Evil teeth grind and bite my skin, leaving no marks or bruises, but essence of act. It hurts but I fucking love it. I can smell the intensity. The taste of his crucial and deadly love...my medicine.
YOU ARE READING
Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
