Temptation’s Tango

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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