Demon

The word that says all “lust”. The warm tingling in the most sensitive and pleasurable parts of the human body, giving savage desires. A window of me providing a distilled allure causing the mind to bring thoughts of romance without the cute stories in between. Only displaying the erogenous scenes in vivid color. A respectful look into the eyes, courtesy from childhood, now vanished for an adulterated mist of wonder with the object in sight. How can one stop this with only inner self conscious restraint. Till after hours when wits are regained. A name and thought. Sensible but still judgement continues deteriorating into pure bliss. Joy, and excitement giving chills of pleasure. The desires of a beast they are.

I hide. Oh how well do I hide. I am vailed with a pure look, meek enough to fool. Heinous thoughts I have behind my pious face. 

All too aware that your reason is based upon certain features. Detailed is your focus, but wrongly miss led. The moment is approaching. Reason can only hold on for so long, time is fleeting, desires growing with passion, sensations rushing through your body till finally bursting with sweet ecstasy.

1if you eventually live long enough with  the devil you begin to sympathize, forgive, and forget. Sigh... or maybe it's just human nature to ignore and become ignorant of what continues to happen around you. I am aware that living with this disgust has influenced me, yet there are times when I make actions without even knowing, as if they are natural. Ironically as it may be I am aware at the time and only begin to regret it after it is done. Should a beast like me be allowed to live? I've already become numb to what people would not consider normal and begun to restrain myself in what might arouse the kind of wrong attention to me. Am I the serpent I hate or the demon who continues to regret, but do the wrong he hates?  Should the disparity of my being be the pleasure of your whim. This sadness is it the result of magic done to me? Look. That stare that you hold above me, looking down from your nose as if I am a worm. Belittling. 

2Stare into me, stare into my soul and tell me what darkness do you see? These eyes as comfortable as they seem have relished in much. What will they have of you? Come here. Let me see the inside of you. Show me your guts.

3So warm, so warm you are, how can a beast like me ever let you go.

Now, thinking about this euphoria. 

Thanks to you I can realize what a beautiful distortion this world is.

It’s a craze, what a snafu underlying the city lights at night when the savages come out and play with nothing better than sinister intentions and suspicious reasons, willing to give you an ambience suave with a soothing spirit to get in with you; Only when it’s too close to say no thank you, instead your breath get’s taken away, smoothly suggesting to get into your house or some place where it’s warm inside. To think we've come too far to give up this night’s fun. No need for ending tonight short, become inclined to follow my hints and direction by my impressive hubris, As I exemplify a stature of man’s paragon for others to imitate with desire of exuberance only to lay you down as an animal would do their prey.

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[FateDictates]

I just love what you do with words and am envious of your muse who seems to fuel these flow of letters, words, sentences that keep me spellbound. I am just left wondering where your train of thought will finally dock..and when it does, it surprises me still...sigh...........

[joe]

Thank you, I am still trying to find where I stand in writing.