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She's upon my lips.
Like liquid fire.
I can feel her essence climb through to my throat.

Silently.
I hiss.
In relief.

With her dark touch.
Ancient evil, but newer good.
She's bad, so damn bad, babe.
Oh, she's got hips, she's got curves like a bottle.
Her shakes better in my hands than alone.
Her liquid swirls as well.
Her neck is strong, but it's like glass.
Her label reads, "Drink me", and so I drink.

Quietly.

Lonely.

Only alcoholic's drink alone.

But she lets me suck on her.

Taste her.
Drink her.

I am never alone.

She fires my throat up, but she lets me forget the pain.
Forget the pain.
Every headache, every stomach ache, every heartbreak.
Trade it all, for a little peace of mind.
And I don't care how shaken my mind is gonna feel during this.
Get my babe.
Drink her, pour her, devour her.
Tempted the devil, but yet, she gave - threw my sins away.

She makes me forget. But clouds my mind. Now, the devil's tempting me.

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