Lined - Devil
Roses are red
Your cock throbs so thick in my hand.
I lick every vein, taste your salt as I stand.
I mount you with hunger, my pussy so wet.
Sliding down deep till our bodies are met.
You thrust from below with a powerful drive.
Stretching my walls, making juices derive.
Skin slaps in rhythm, your groans fill the night,
fingers twist nipples, igniting pure light.
My clit grinds frantic, waves building so high.
Till you burst inside, flooding hot with your cry.
We pant and we tremble, in slick sticky bliss,
your cum drips from me in a passionate kiss.
Roses are red, but the shadows are deep.
A promise we made that we both couldn't keep.
The embers are burning, the silence is loud.
We are lost in the dark, away from the crowd.
The weight of the silence is heavy and cold.
A story of shadows that's yet to be told.
We stand at the edge while the world fades away,
Chasing the light at the end of the day.