poetry

Men and Satan

It’s sinful.

But can we tell you a secret?

We don’t care.

I know,

Punish us for feeling

No mourning,

We’ll probably enjoy that too.

Men and Satan mean nothing to us,

We just want a taste-

A sinful taste.

Come, my lover,

Lose control,

Take control,

Be fuelled by desire and

Take a heavy breath;

A heavy drink.

The day is almost over

And I need someone,

Besides me,

To feel like Hell.

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