Senses.

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  • XxLucyxX
  • Pretty little angel can we play your game? I will be gentle, I will move to your pace.

Senses.


I can taste the devil on your lips
smooth and seductive is his gift.
soft and inviting just one more taste
before I go and leave this place.

I can feel the angels in your arms
innocent and gentle with intense charm.
grab my face between your wings
heavenly beings surround me.

I can see heaven in your eyes
warm and bright, no more lies.
Hypnotize me with your grace
Open for me your golden gates.


I can smell hell on your breath
hot and torturous on my neck.
endless pleasure everyone wins
free of guilt from deadly sins.

I can hear god in your heart
truth and love from the start.
Let me put it on a cross
Above my own and never lost.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

XxLucyxX’s Poems (13)

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Senses. 0
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Nothing More 1
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A Savage Hell 0
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The Heart Tears Apart The Mind. 0
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