Wicked Pleasure

The wrong kind of love that you never have to hide from.

My darkest desire could ignite all of Hell's fires, 
with self serving actions twisting along jaded intentions. 
My evil hides in plain sight and will never be mentioned. 


Our eyes met and my demon immediatlety recognized your own. 


It's unnerving, this kind of love.
unknown to most, intimate with even less. 
a lovely affection that burns through flesh and freezes bone. 


It's pure undying freedom, when your Evil experiences another's...
Wicked pleasure. 


Both feinds weld a tiny part of their hearts together, 
Burried over their first wickedly shared scandal. 
Sealing a bond for eternity-pure undying freedom. 


Your own Devil is impossibly content with this alternative high.
Just like all monsters, mine wants to learn, nay craves, 
to conquer this seductively strange sin. 


All skeletons of evil learn their way around 
thunderstorms of charcoal hues. 


A dark deformed rainbow.
True idol for all immoral acts, crimes, and transgressions. 


Waiting at the end of this dark deformed rainbow 
is the blackest of hearts reflecting your own-a perfect match. 
Will i win yours or will you win mine?


Let the games begin my savage lover. 

Reviews

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

How... wicked. I really like the idea behind this poem because I do believe even good people have an evil force that dwells the inside them...I really like the idea that, that is what what connects us on some subconscious level...after all the human condition is down right scandalous. Great write!