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She thought of the bees that nestled between the petals, their wings crystalline under the sun. They did not worship the nectar; they were themselves divine.
It was sin, what he wanted Dani to do to him, but it would be blissful all the same.
As terrible and unforgivable as she was, he didn’t want her to be dead.
If I don’t eat or drink, I may never be able to start again.
I am no angel. I am not bringing about the end times with trumpets and a body made of fire.
And in the middle of it all, me, dirty and human with slick thighs and a wicked tongue, so unlike an angel.
he’s a follower of Lucifer, he’s a monster, and everywhere is Hell.
His heat spreads against their cheek like wings,
flaxen-haired Lucifer opening his pretty pink mouth to sing.
With all the shadows that clouded my mind, you’ve been like sunshine to me.”
You heard cherubic choirs at birth, tast’d prayer’s potent nectar.
Heaven at last: to be utterly devout, and devoured.
sweet angels, pray for these damned souls, torn askew by the tempest of lust
Give me every drop of you, give me even your blood, I’ve been soulless for too long, and left emptied, needing to be whole again
hear the devil and our chief prince, laughing, Let all the lovers be jealous of us, they say, they will never love like we do
