But the troubles aren't over, they have barely begun the night comes to haunt me after drowning the sun, a soul weak and lonely, surrounded by death tormented and lonely, but still draw breath. Dreams of the dark that draw ill on my brain, that feed off the rage and maddening pain, that feast off my sadness, to torture my soul to keep me from peace, to lose all control. She screams for more , a heated desire, her nails ripping my skin, her orgasm's violent she shakes and whimpers, her flesh like fire, then she rests in my arms then the night becomes silent. Oh beast within... in darkness dormant it haunts my soul, and displays my torment, basked in hate...from pain it feeds, wretched beast... my Demon needs skin like the moon's reflection, soft and warm, glistening in sweat her body deserves a close inspection, I taste below shes so sweet and wet hey please go vote on my leveling mumm Please go comment and vote on my leveling mumm Her skin like moon's reflection, soft and warm, glistens sweet, her body deserves a close inspection. I taste below so sweet and wet. Eyes stare through, screams of wanting crimson lips beg for a taste body sway's teasing and taunting me, she takes her time, no need for haste. when time finally claims my flaking bones and empties my two shining, crystal stones, i will become a speck of dust in your eye, always there, no mater how thin the light. Within my hart the desire swells, exploding down below. Within your eyes i see a fire burning, amber glow, the heat of your touch, the softness of your skin and the sweetness of your lips, oh where should i begin? Sorry going through some real life problems be on when I can Sellers of souls, seekers of peace know life is a prison and death is release. eyes hold the secrets of spells that we weave, harts bear our burden of things we believe you make me lose control of my Demon hart and Demon soul, one with yours two flames combine to create Hell's fire till the end of time. I hear the serpent at my ear, she's urging me to drown the fear but deep within this tortured mind, wicked secrets you will find. I wrote love letters on your skin, they still burn my finger tips and even now that your gone your taste still remains on my lips. in the darkness i know myself Love is when one person knows your Darkest secrets that no one else knows and in the end that one person does not think any less of you even if the rest of the world does What I would not give to touch her livid skin, to feel the frozen blood heat up and circulate within the touch of my hand what i wouldn't give to touch her livid skin,to feel the frozen blood heat up and circulate within touch of my hand. |
