He's the Devil
there’s a boy
with fire in his eyes
and trouble in his veins.
his words are mischief
his smile is the devil
and he has you trapped.
every waking moment
you can’t stop thinking
about the touch,
his skin against yours
his hands in your hair,
what would happen
if you could just
hold him close
and kiss him.
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