
The taste is sweet
His touch is soothing
The smell is soft
His sound is harmony
But his sight is sour
I've been dancing with the devil
As beautiful as it is perceived
As graceful as I move
The disappointment rises
The conscious decision of my actions
The constant need for reassurance
He wraps his arms around me as I reach for comfort
Epiphanies glow in the darkness of his eyes
I've been dancing with the devil
In the facade of his arms
The happiness strengthens
His warmth cools
Finding peace within myself
Loving each sensation
I become my whole
About the Creator
Molly Smith
A college student with a passion for writing that recently surfaced



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