I am from hell,
you know me
all to well.
I search
for your soul,
upon a bed of
sinful needs,
wanton pleasure.
Flames as high
as your naïve heart,
shall lick
at your feet,
teasing to desire,
that which feeds,
the ache
in your eternal heart.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2019
https://e23black.wixsite.com/timdivito
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