For a pervasive evasive lover he was determined to remain undercover. For tickles he’d hover then ache to come over only to reapply the bad guy to the eye. When his heart recovered that I was the one from which he couldn’t hide. I offered him heart health to add to his wealth but he clung to his riches and dungeonesque sadistics who only offered him lies and tried to reduce an angel to a demon with reptilian eyes.
by Jerriè McGill
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