Sleeping with the devil had never felt so good.
Though he let me down time and time again like I knew he would…
Dancing around my bed at night , swinging his intimate sword knife.
It was bittersweet knowing I’d have him for only one night.
Indulging in sweet “love” and affection ,
forgetting everything that’s infectious
just to have the irresistible feel of your sword holstered in my heaven?
The effects of loving a 6’3″ man. Soulless.
Somehow he’s become my sweetest sin.
More like an addicktion. I detox but I have to have him again.
I know I shouldn’t , but tonight I don’t want this song to end.
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