The Secret
2 bodies lie.
on the top of the bed
with sheets a mess,
the demon kissed her neck
and the innocent other delicately undressed.
his quiet love
now asleep.
in the warmth of the night
she can hear her domineer breathe.
and still feels that gentle touch
the hand that brushed
and traced her cheek.
he's fully filled
her empty frame.
now holds one demon put to rest
transferred poison deep in her veins
and left nightmares to beat in her chest
pulsing his heart to burn into her breast.
she shouldn’t know
she still submits
so sick.
so sick
and slick.
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