The Devil Personified

If ever I put a face to Mephistopheles It would be this man’s Smooth beauty, inviting but aloof smile Such velvety black skin Over the bones of an exotic Prince Cheek bones high, nose long and fine Gleaming tilt tipped eyes But it’s his lips. His lips look like promised Heaven But they whisper blinding sin His voice is like a breeze I’m so focused on feeling it I don’t notice the hidden particles. When he touches me I forget to think My wanting body takes over My flesh is excited And his trap is sprung! Too late to stop it Too late to run Too late to realize He’s the Devil personified.