Blue-Eyed Demon

You open the door

And I step inside.

Suddenly you embrace me,

Holding me so tight;

Squeezing the life out of me.

You offer me a glass of poison

And I sip it slowly,

Savouring every drop.

Then, taking my hand,

You lead me to your room.

Why did you bring me here?

What is it that you want from me?

Softly, you start by undoing

The buttons on my shirt.

Gently, you lay me down on your bed.

I now know what it is

That you want from me.

Do I want this?

Am I ready for this?

You don’t give my mind

A chance to respond –

You pin me to the bed,

Your blue eyes now flaming red.

With the precision

Of a skilled master,

You sink your teeth

Deep into the flesh of my neck.

I scream,

A scream of pleasure.

Caressing my body,

You admire your venom

As it traces its way through my veins.

“Soon the transformation will be done,”

You hiss excitedly,

“You will be

My Mistress of the Night.”

“And you, my Devil-man,”

I whisper as I fall under your spell.

I watch as your once blue eyes

Flame a brighter, fiery red.

You’re a demon,

Constantly haunting my thoughts;

My dreams;

My life.

I live for you, Devil-man.

I long for you more each day.

Once this transformation

Is complete,

We will be one –

Me your Mistress

And you forever

My Blue Eyed Demon.

 

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