A stone-cold sober mind wanders
and wants
stone-cold metal, silver against her devilish kiss.
To breathe in twice
and watch the flame as it alters her desire
makes them smile
with their devilish lips.
Black darkness conceals
the stepping stone to seeing
the world as it is, as it could, as it should be.
Hold her tighter than the fumes of intoxication
and press your devilish lips up against hers,
This wasn't what she waited for.
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