Poem #101

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A figment of her imagination
Lurking in the shadows
Of her nightmares,
Devil in a tuxedo
Feeding on the fears
With prowess like he depend on it
Giving him the pleasure
He got from no other soul
Demanding like he owns it
And she gives as though
She knows that's what
She's supposed to do
To Bring him pleasure from her sorrows

Silent Cries Of The Night जहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें