Black in white clothing

I should have known the way your eyes shone like a fiery furnace I should have known you were the devil's apprentice probably the devil himself with your fingernails like claws and your forehead the shape of horns and those big hands that you used in holding my throat while I almost suffocated. You seemed like a gentleman at first sight but you were just a devil in cheap white clothing you told me sweet words with your deep bass voice, and I couldn't hold myself any longer I threw myself at you at the slightest chance you gave me, and you didn't hold back I should have known it was all a game to you all you did was a toy with my emotions you used me, you monster! you tore my clothes the times you had your way with me, and I ended up walking away half naked. But woe to this body this body of mine which still lusts after you after your torturous touch I still feel your tongue over my clit how you flick it with your tongue and make my body dance to your tune I can't stop myself from holding unto the memories of you. You wicked soul how you tortured me into doing your will bending me over to your satisfaction how you make me cry out with pleasure