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Demon Inside


Your hands, your lips, your kisses,

They consume me.

Consume me like a fire;

A fire that has burned out of control.

 

That moment, your touch

It was enough to set me ablaze

With a passion and desire

That needed to be extinguished.

 

How perfect it felt right then,

To be in your arms,

Under your control,

To match you kiss for kiss.

 

No thinking, just acting.

Reacting to a want, almost a need

To be close to you.

A chance to show you how I feel.

 

This is a passion I cannot control

But only satiate; a demon inside.

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