She is my angelic-devil that I love
And I will not give her up for anyone or anything!
Her voice is as soothing as the calm breeze of the ocean shore
And yet erotic like a forbidden element of the divine
Her silence lures me in
When she speaks I am hooked like the fish on a fisherman’s pole
I am caught and I am hers!
Her touch weakens me like a succubus drawing out my soul
Yet it can strengthen me as well
Devil she may be, demon she may be
Her name is angelic when I speak it aloud
Her eyes glisten in the morning light like rare stones
They captivate me and trap my very soul
I am in love forevermore
with a woman that poisons with her essence only to cure me with her everlasting love.
© 2018 Kevin C Davison