He melts like alcohol in my tongue
Feels like I knew him all along
A fever dream, like an oasis
He's the devil of my sleep paralysis
I drink his lust like it's hot wine
He always knows how to put me in line
He possesses my hands and leads me to sin
I can't be a saint like I always have been
Away from the church, but still on my knees
One sip of his grace and my conversion is complete
He looks just like a god, but he won't forgive me
He's the type to make me beg if I want to be released
By my collar, I'm lead to hell
Down to eternal damnation
But he knows my body way too well
I could never resist to his temptation
Never thought I'd pray one day
To be possessed by this demon
My faith is now devoted to him
I guess I've changed my religion.
- Author: Wyster ( Offline)
- Published: July 6th, 2023 09:11
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 5
Comments1
Shal the companions make a banquet of him? shall they part him among the merchants?
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