Don’t you want to dance? by HerHappiness966

Don’t you want to dance?

Don’t you want a dance, with her? She dances with hellish passion. In the darkness she’ll give you satisfaction. She got stimulants and loyalty flowing in her veins. A Jason Voorhees vengeance nightmare. She’s a bad one especially on all fours. You mite want a say a prayer or two.

“Baby, don’t you want a dance, with me?”

Eat ’em up. Spit ’em out. She’ll do your man, in your house. Building a bad reputation but she loves, the Devil’s temptations. Haunting with a kiss riding upon the phallus of “The Beast” as a Queen of Shades.

Don’t you want a dance with her? She dances with hellish passion. In the darkness she’ll give you satisfaction. Signed her name in blood across, the Devil’s heart. Now she can’t stop. Won’t stop. Never stop. A keeper of the Blackened Fire.

She’s dancing for the Devil at Hell’s Gates. Both sharing white rails, with each other, whilst listening to her favorite songs — that The Devil’s playing backwards — don’t you want a dance, with her?