Do it! the devil cries.
He looks me right in the eyes.
My mind begins to twist around gentle sighs.
I watch you move and I feel my hunger rise.
I yearn for you, my desire, my prize.
I feel my breath shorten, the tremble in my thighs.
My better judgment dies.
My needs are wrapped in a clever guise.
I am calm and sweet, and these aren't lies,
they are my last attempts at salvation before my demise.
I turn my eyes to the skies,
hearing the angel on my right begin to chastise.
Be still my devil replies.
I cannot tell if I am being foolish and unwise,
or if this is life at its best in a dangerous disguise.
I suppose for now it remains a surprise.
I bite my lip hard, sliding my hand over the butterflies,
as I begin to fantasize.
Hanging on your every word because I love what it implies.
Now it is a fight against the sunrise,
as bodies harmonize.