Poetic Rhyme

Behind the windowpane

As I walk into the dark abyss I have no fear of the unknown.

I hear the voices calling my name to come back to where I belong.


Behind the windowpane, shadows form waiting to take me home.

Dark Priests and Priestess gather on the lawn as darkness falls.


Sex magic is performed as they lay me down on the pentagram drawn on the ground.

Dark energies swarm as orgasms were made and our souls become one.


Orgasmic energy fuels to its core dark Priest and Priestess in a sex manipulation orgy.

Spells of magic orgasmic energy fuels the flames that Lucifer swarms.





  • Paul Bell

    I've always fancied being Lucifer, he does seem to get the girls to do his bidding. Mind you, they seem satisfied, though she could really be after his mate.

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