Victory’s Mine

Victory's Mine.

I will never anoint the voracious palm
with an Angel's flimsy secret,
but my torrid tongues
will slither into your mind
spelling cells and synapsis as they
trace your possessed veins
till you call my name
And I devour every drop
of your soul.

Frail wings don't stand
A chance against a
voluptuous mind
to the worthy.

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