My Demon

I feel your touch, 

What a sinister thing.

Who knew, The way you spoke, 

With such seduction.

Nails scrapping your back, 

Black hair stuck to your face.

Is this what you want,

Roughness to find something new.

You'll groan,

But a way so deceiving.

Lips so soft,

A way for you to sidetrack me.

Rough hands,

Traveling around my body.

What is this,

This feel of ecstasy.

Pleasure building,

Soul black like your hair.

How could I be so foolish,

To think you cared.

In all truthfulness,

I cannot let you go.

You are my demon, 

A demon I sold my soul to, to feel a little bit of pleasure. 

Author's Note

This really isn't my normal poem, it's more of a mature matter, but my feelings in this poem are so strong.