You... the demon who haunts my dreams in the hours just before the dawn
when shadows and shapes emerge to taunt my imagination...
and desire dances like flames...
I am drawn to all that you are
I hear only the sound of the hunger within and the soft whisper of your call
Demonangel most favored of all the children you speak to my soul in a language both ancient and seductive.
A siren's song that undulates through the air,
like the waves that ebb and flow...
hypnotic and soothing it washes over me
in a sultry rhythm that slithers down my spine and encourages the inner unevolved spirit to be reborn
Blacker than midnight hair falls across dark eyes that lie below half closed lids
distorted by the pattern of long come hither lashes...
at once inviting and frightening...
lips full and tempting... open...
hot sweet breath washes over my senses an unspoken
promise of pleasure,
contained within to be shared...
teasing and torturous...
The height... the edge of the precipice... weightless... breathless...
raw exposed nerves that beg both to be abandoned and yet to be awakened again and again...
the pleasure... the pain...
where does one end and the other begin...
and how have you shown me that one is the same... until that moment when conscious reality is ready to slip from my grasp...
You carry me to the clouds and beyond...
you speak without words and my heart pounds...
the blood rushes to the engorged quiet mouth to embrace that which gives life...
dancing as one to the music of the ancients,
the rhythm unbidden has a purpose and reality is, invasive... unwanted...
and we become two beings once again...
you the demon and I the pagan...
