Trust Issues
Lovers trust,
While devils lust,
But it's so serpently,
The way you hiss,
In a choked up bliss,
As you slither away from me.
You're left with no eyes,
Left with no tongue,
Left with no legs,
With which to run.
One more slice,
Your movements entice,
One more slit,
And a ruby-red drip.
You're left with no arms,
Left with no ears,
Trapped in...
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