A conversation with the devil.

Here’s the thing about him you have to understand.

He’s not evil, he’s just a devil.

He was born prideful and perfect, His strength is stronger than words, His existence is powerful than the biggest river, His kiss is purer than the finest pearls, His hand wrap you in his embrace and at one clenched, you devoted yourself to him.

He is not evil, he’s just bad. He kissed your neck and you are in heaven, He called your name and you left the earth, He came into you and he reminded you; What cruel looks like.

And the minuet our eyes catch, The moment turns into forever.

Dusty and grey, Brief and last, Tender and rough, Historical and Demential.

‘You want me’

He whispered.

While we fuck he awakened; all of my senses.

A life I never know, existed.

Freedom as I asked for, Cost me my whole being.

He puts his arms around my waist, Admired my bones, Sink his heart into my skin,

Yellow, Honey, Like sunsets; His whiskey colored eyes.

He’s perfect, Perfectly illustrated.

He’s not evil, he is a tough love. Waiting for someone who can see under his mask, Feel under his skin,

His heart is trembling, full of doubts and fears, His worth was never in his concern,

‘No one’ he said “that’s what I am.”

He imitates the Gods; He blows his whistle and you bite your lower lip, hard, He moves his fingers and your hips danced, He smiles,

and you stop.

Time becomes less, Moment becomes non,

He’s original. So no one understands him.

He’s well-crafted So no one knows how to love him.

He calls you in and You leap through time.

And yet time,

— Gets in a way.