Dark Desire

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Poem about sex with a demon
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Chancem77
Chancem77
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A dark desire ignites me.
Like the all consuming flames of hell.

Heat rages throughout my body
As my passion begins to swell.

My lips are moist and ready.
I feel the demons kiss upon my flesh.

The agony that I’ve endured has finally ended,
As I welcome the wicked, warmth of his caress.

He lifts me up against him,
Then softly lays me on the bed

I wrap my arms around him,
As he steals a kiss against my head.

O’ he’s bewitched me with his fierce some eyes
And by his voice I’m hypnotized,

Slowly I start believing, that I am worthy of receiving,
The blessing of his hungry lips, caressing tongue;
His deadly kiss.

He entices me with dark desire,
To flutter towards the searing fire.

I am drawn to his enduring pain,
Like a moth, to the candles flame.

He gently lowers himself upon me;
And I open to his advance,

He slowly slides himself inside me,
And we begin our sultry dance.

He smiles to me from up above,
O’ let me burn with you my love!

And then I rise to meet him from below,
And writhe beneath him, oh so slow.

He exhales a beastly moan,
Like fire within, shared and shown.

I savor the heat of his virile flow,
O’ my love, let us burn to embers after glow.

Chancem77
Chancem77
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AnonymousAnonymousabout 6 years ago
And the Santa left through the chimney

nice job 77!

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