Brimstone colors her lips
As fire plays on her tongue,
Releasing me of my will;
Lust tainted with a hint of malice.
Her eyes see into my aching soul.
Flames dance off of her wings
As smoke and ash wrap around my mind,
Rendering me a puddle within her control
And lost in the glory of her sharpened grin.
Her touch illuminates my skin with moonlight.
A peace so profound nestles around me,
Nuzzling and caressing each broken shard
Of a heart left to slowly suffocate and die -
Forgotten - just to be saved by a chaotic dream.
Her voice musically twinkles as if the most beautiful of stars.
Fears and rage settle and disperse at the sight
Of her - one might assume that I am blessed.
Hopes and dreams blossom from her love while I cling to their allure;
Perhaps I am blindly cursed by her darkened light.
Her mind calls to me with a tragically silent serenade.
Whispers haunt my ears, but I listen eagerly
As she articulates her passions and desires,
Revealing a soul that can be calm and soft, however arcane;
The yearning that erupts in her presence engulfs me.
I revel in wonder as I slip farther into defeat,
Embracing my love for my obsidian demon.
