i slept once with the devil

I slept once with the devil
Lucifer I think it was
Yes I’m pretty sure
that it had to be her
an over proud bringer of light
also so so incredibly lonely
but always because of someone else
as she is never never wrong

She looked like someone famous
I was always trying to place a face
she bit, hit and pinched in foreplay
giving up chewing on my arm
as it was then that I told her
pain means so little it’s barely there
I only start to feel sorry for those
inflicting when they mean to love

She tried to turn it around
as if insults would turn me on
spitting fire, judgment and epithets
or how normal men would do her bidding
Well, I am not most men by a long shot
I was enjoying learning her body
but I took the hint and took her then
she laughed and loved every minute of it

Afterwards again she turned on me
it was then that I noticed that she was not so nice
I asked her what it was that she wanted
She could only stammer hemming hawing
I think she came after my shaman soul
looking for redemption her god can’t give
seeking seamy healing we earthen boys have
so sad she’s unable to kiss the ground

So have some sympathy for the devil
she can only pray on Christian boys
who would naturally feel unworthy
Goddess knows the devil well
in her delicious tits for tatters,
caring less for the pettiness of sin
only knowing love and darkness
delighting in them both

Judge not lest ye be judged
Leave this lesson in the air
It’s easy to see the devil sulking
As it is as if she doesn’t care
Love is our fire beacon
Beckoning as we burn
We are borne of darkness
And to the darkness we return