Satans Own
The fire that lights your eyes,
burns within me
Your chanced glance in my direction
Your delicate smile
The sound of your voice,
fills my soul
From that first moment of desire
To have you
To touch you
To love you
But your untouchable
Unloveable
Satans own daughter
burns within me
Your chanced glance in my direction
Your delicate smile
The sound of your voice,
fills my soul
From that first moment of desire
To have you
To touch you
To love you
But your untouchable
Unloveable
Satans own daughter
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