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She was Gothic in look
Black hair,
Back eyeshadow
And black lipstick
That were sensual
And needed to be kissed
She wore black beads
And a tight black dress
Which highlighted
Her porcelain white flesh
And as my hands
Explored every vestige
I heard her increased breath
Saw her heaving chest
But she wasn’t ready to peak just yet
Fof she wanted this go be the best
And as her tongue licked
Her black lips
She felt my hands grip her hips
And as I took her to a place
Of moans, sighs and cries
I saw the demonic queen in her eyes
Savouring my every dark lustful thought
And in that moment my soul was brought
And I joined the legion of the dark
I traded my soul for never ending bliss
Of spending time with her and those ebony lips.

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