August 5, 2012
I touch my lips, my fingertips grazing the soft pink petals and I think of you. Of your wicked smile,so tempting and that evil gleam in your eye. You are my devil. Your body moves like a snake, tempting my thoughts, and your voice... Oh your voice! Your voice like sweet honey or Christmas morning calls to me in my prayers. Leave me be Devil, but do not leave my dreams.

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