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Kissing the DevilI kissed the Devil,
His lips pressed to mine.
Tears ran down his face like uncounted raindrops,
Falling on the stainless virgin snow of my chest.
But they were not the tears that I had been brought to expect.
Rivulets of salty liquid ice beaded on my skin, freezing like a lake in winter.
Burning cold, stark as frost on the petals of a rose.
Like the blood of some frost demon come to claim the heat of my flesh.
His hand at the back of my neck insured the contact of our lips,
As impossible to escape as the insufferable heat of summer.
The temperature of his flesh was a stark contrast to his frost-bitten tears.
Hot as the flames of his Hades-dubbed thrown.
His lips seared mine with the heat of a smith's forge,
Burning a painful token into the gentle muscle.
My eyes streamed with luke-warm tears, not of pleasure, but of agony,
Mixing with the mountain stream of ice, but doing little to raise the temperature.
I kissed the Devil,
And it killed me.
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