The Devil’s Crust

The Devil’s Crust

Here I am fuming, why is the devil so cunny.
She had said that I was so funny.
she called me all kinds of names even honey.
And surprisingly she never asked for money.
Sometimes I am gripped with the fear of losing her.
But I take solace in what I heard from my brother.
What God has joined together, no one can put as under.
But what I failed to ponder,was it God that brought us together?.
Or our lust for each other.
She was like a sacrifice and I a vulture.
I was like a tourist and she a perfect sculpture.
We did all kind of things even those against our culture.
With her I can’t think of my future.
In her love I am lost,no this isn’t love it is lust.
When I wake up I think of her first.
I try so much not to betray her trust.
Who can deliver me from her curse.
But for now I will hide in her crust.
And hope someone bring me out of her dust.



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