BLACK DEATH by D.D

 He came for her in the dead of night

 He came while she was sleeping

 He gave her kisses of roses

 And thorns that started weeping.

 He gave her dreams of lost loves

 And dreams of forgotten lives

 His fingers touched and stroked her skin

 They burned like molten knives.

 By dawn she was with the devil

 By morning she was his wife

 So lost in love,  and lost in lust

 She surrendered to him her life.

Copyright D.D. 2020 ©

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