DANCE WITH THE DEVIL
Poems By Dark Romance Author Wynter Adams
His scent so consuming, like black opium at midnight
His eyes dark as marble, a compelling mist of magic
The soft touch of his smooth velvet hair, like stardust under the tips of my fingers
An irresistible smile, filled with passion and danger
I feared the rhythmic beat of my heart as he neared me…
Like fire into ice, his touch splintered through my veins
I was his forever, in a whisper of eternity
Bathing in mysterious waterfalls of rich liquid gold
Few speak his name, fearing gasoline on the fire
But I welcomed the darkness
…and gave into desire.
-Wynter Adams
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