I Accept Your Assessment Of Who I Am, With A Smile

Delicious demon dancing in the darkness,
drink in your dainty hand,
rings, jingling, jangling,
hanging on your hell sent fingers,
hypnotic and humbling.

I fall,
emotionally, and to my knees,
all at once,
betrayed by how beguiling you are,
and how becoming it is to belong to you.

Dawn draws near,
the sun comes undone,
caught in your chaos,
tangled in the tempest of your temptation,
sighing, resigned, as I always was,
knowing that nobody makes it out of your gaze alive.

The sweet scent of your perfume preys upon my madness,
glad to be alive,
glad to be under your spell,
and glad to be a demon too.

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