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I Lied
by Sam
Your skin, so soft -
Like velvet when you brush against me,
Chasing away the chill,
Of this eerie castle prison.
Your kiss holds me captive.
More than these cold iron shackles ever could.
Not even the goblins,
Gleefully circling this old four poster bed,
Can stop my craving of your touch,
For one whispered word,
Dropping like poison from your lips.
You said you loved me,
Promised to save me.
Now you smile, a wolfish grin,
Baring teeth and dark pleasure,
Telling me sweetly,
"Okay, so I lied."