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.
Copyright © Angela Durrell | Year Posted 2013
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