(you)

you look so good
with sin dripping
from your bloody lips
sex oozing
from every pore
a hemlock and lust popsicle
on a summer afternoon
i want to lick
every inch of you
the angelic disguise
a mirage
gore me
with your horns
leave me bleeding out
begging for more

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