I Kissed the Devil...
Today I kissed the devil, or is it I left the devil kiss me? Why do I have to feel so bad about something so good? Why does this wrong thing I do seem so right? The adrenalin rush, the excitement and the oomph feeling are incomprehensible? In the arms of the devil I felt safe and secure, they say the devil is in the detail, I will spare you that detail. The devil is a liar and has ugly horns, that's what they say. Oh, they are so wrong, sometimes he comes telling truths and looking so hot. The devil lives within my mind, he comes out in desires long barren and forgotten. He comes when I see all these wrong things and they seem so right. he does not slither like a dangerous snake or hide in the bushes ready to spike. Oh, he comes in confidence and swagger, he is smooth and sweet. Before I know it I am inviting him to my table and did I say he does not disappoint, the gentleman he is. I tell you it is only after you have kissed the devil, long after the snake has taken its form