One night stand
Unfortunate slave.
The devil grips.
Her neck left wet,
by lying lips.
Her sacrifice,
just laying bare.
In hope of love,
that isn't there.
His whispers light the
way to dreams.
Filled with only
empty screams.
In his arms
a lovers fire!
Though he is
an evil liar.
Cause in the night
when all is done.
Once the demons
had his fun!
All her flaws
shall come to light.
His reason for
an early flight.
By Keith L. Smith
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