- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Devils Angel
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Click hereHer soul aches with an emptiness so raw,
Her wounds only visible through her eyes,
Yet if you blink you’ll never catch the weakness,
For like a chameleon she’s adjusted to good-byes.
She calls herself the devils angel,
Which is a split that describes her heart,
A black widow burning with passions fire,
A seductress smiling innocently in the dark.
She can take any man, at will, without conscience,
Flesh on flesh has become an art form for her,
Enjoy the beauty of the moment, for that’s all it is,
Before long, she’ll be reveling in another.
She’s a leaf blowing aimlessly in a nightmares wind,
Making the most out of wherever it is she lay,
For there has yet to come a man that could tame the devil,
Or show the angel what it means to stay.
- COMMENTS
serendipity_lostabout 17 years agoAfter reading this i wondered if you crawled into my mind..and listened to my soul. This poem truly touched me deep.
