Dancing With The Devil

• Tahlia Kertesz
• Poetry
• 2010

He who slumbers in a rose twined bed reaches out to me
Sweetly and in beg
Do I deny him such melodic desires?
Or be trapped in sharp binding wires?
Holding me back and pinning me down
His arms call to me
With desperation but no sound
My heart yearns for one while my body yearns for the other
Until the dawn comes for me
My night is forever a mystery
His breathe, his scent, his everything is like dripping desire
It only takes one night
I’m slipping under, giving way
Dancing with the devil has its own addictive sway
He's like persuasion and temptation
We all must give in
The seduction never tasted so sweet on his ice cold skin