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Sometimes the only option is to surrender to my demon lover . . .
Strange safety in that dark embrace
So intimate his arms surrounding
His wicked touch does run though me
Sometimes the only reason is to lay with the coming night . . .
Soft, sweet his whispers all I hear now
To yield the only answer left me
My fragile soul does grant surrender
Sometimes the only justification is my lunatic desire . . .