I think The Devil spent a lot of time courtin' me when I was young. I'd have nightmares, continuous visitations of him trying to slip inside me. Aged, I acknowledge this relationship, it pulls my hair laces up my lips. I'm now attracted to his death his doom his lust. I even like the way t(his) word is shaped, with it's hooks running up and down my eyes. Goosebumps on nipples. ( here you are) ~ Jessica M. Wilson
Because it exists and so do I...