100 words x 365 days
Consumed with your words, I never felt my world slip away until the heat of hell warmed the tips of my fingers. Eyes opening as he called my name, his voice dripped with a combination of seduction and arsenic—one fatal to the heart, the other to the soul. The closer he pulled, the harder it was to run. My knees scraped from the bones of those before me. He promised me love with poisonous words, drowning my senses in a sensual coma in which I never recovered. I sold my soul to the devil for a taste of your sins.
A.J. Luna
Confessions Of Passion 