The Demon's Favourite
Just because you think you know what this means,
let us begin. Surely, we found pleasure there for a reason.
Everyone has their own triggers; girls who smell like candy,
a sheen of fresh sweat,
a savage bite on the inner thigh.
Some men love ropes around their wrists, as she undresses,
all they can do is strain and stare.
My own excitements are rather beyond language’s ability to pull from the air.
I’ve replayed that encounter over and over, its just always there.
That descent saved me.
Into my heart, deep into my eyes.
You came for me.
I knew where to find you, but I would never try to bind you,
just call you with ecstatic sighs.