She walked into the party and there he was . in the corner . Music swarming their bodies in the hot room, beating her thighs with conviction . What did the song say ? She could only catch every other word or so .. "beat it up" ... "patron" ... "my bed", her favorite kind . they danced . his lips in her neck , his hands on the front of her hips, sliding up her skirt . he moved too fast, but then again ... he was fine . eyes that moved slowly over her face like syrup . lips licked after every smile . she was in a trance . she swayed her hips as a slip of permission .
"whats your name?" she screamed over the music . he smiled as if she already knew, "Satan" he said whispered, "and yours?" she told him . "lets get out of here," she said as she took his hand .
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whats wrong ? whats with the face ?
oh what ? because she hooked up with satan ?
psh . we all dance with the devil . open your eyes .
whenever we displease God, satan is right there holding our hand . smiling :)