But your name’s not Lucifer.

You curl around me like a shadow, or a snake.
Like smoke you fill my lungs, you taint my blood, you poison my body.
Your lips taste like magic and flames and desire, and my lips feel like ice without them.
I would rather burn in your flames for one disastrous, euphoric second, than freeze forever in the space without you.
You are the sin I bathe in.
You are the crime I long to commit.
I would steal all of the stars in the sky, if all you wanted was to sit in the dark.
But only if I could sit beside you.

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