Give the Devil His Due

Excuses abound for the dark ballyhoo, Liquor pours warm, lower regions take hold, Better sought after than left to the old, Savor this night-give the devil his due. Pocket your morals, the strongest are few, Longing for children, in you they confide, Come morning, such whimsy is hard to abide, Savor this night-give the devil his due. Forget learning names, It’s all fun and games, Savor this night-give the devil his due. The scent of the hunter is all over you, Hands perform marvels, caresses grow bold, Wet limbs rise in heat, then fall away cold, Savor this night-give the devil his due. Lust comes unhinged in the darkening hue, Wanton mouths, satin maws of beds open wide, Come morning, all feelings of love you deride, Savor this night-give the devil his due. Sample all her delights, Run wild through the nights, Savor this night while the devil takes you.