Leaving little to the imagination,
perfection with no set definition.
Bountiful and voluptuous,
and just plain scandalous.
You won't make it through the night,
we both know two wrongs don't make a right.
and even in that first glance
you knew you'd never stand a chance.
Speaking the Devil's language now,
it tastes of lust - I can taste
you on my tongue, we won't be long,
not one will realise we're gone.
It was nothing, it was everything -
what was your name again?
My delight before the moonlight,
we fell in love for the night.
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