The Devil

thewayiwrite

You love him, don’t you?

 

Him and his pale fingers

Tangled in your hair

Running down your spine

 

Him and His lips

Against your neck

Your jaw

Your chin

 

And in these empty halls

With him

Religion shifts and turns and blurs

His mouth is your confessional

And you sin,

You sin

You sin

 

And the devil, why, he never seemed so holy.

  • Author: thewayiwrite (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2020 17:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Goddess of the Mist

    Very nice!

  • Clara

    His mouth is your confessional... I like that a lot.



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