In the dead of the night
Far away, where no one can hear our screams,
howls for pleasure.
Far away from human, or demon kind.
It's fast, and hurried, always.
Hands touching, lips moving.
Caressing, lusting, dare I say loving?
Weshouldn't be doing this, it's just not right.
I whisper me worries to him.
"Think nothing of it." He says.
He calms me with his words.
"It's a secret lust, a secret passion.
It's a secret Poison."
