Angel of Hell

What is this that I see? An angel? A Demon come for me?

Meandering in the darkness of my mind. It’s eyes glistening from the depths of the darkness that shrouds my life.

I hear it breathing my name. It echoes in my head breeding thoughts and actions, like a the devil on my shoulders, whispering sinful thoughts into my mind.

It breaks the chains, the inhibitions that society has placed on me and now I am different, now I am free. Though I have not changed, except for the freedom that I feel now. Except for the thoughts I am allowed to have now. My dreams are exotic and erotic, sliding forms and twisted flesh covered in a layer of sweat and spit.

The demon dancing in a circle of flame, beckoning me to experience the forbidden pleasures that I have avoided for so long. The demon is an angel, its white satin robe flowing about it like soothing water.

She touches me, igniting a fire in me that I have never before felt. The passion rising in me consuming all. We thrash in carnal bliss. Kissing and touching. Embracing and feeding the lust in us. Sweat pouring from our bodies, the stench of sex exhaled with each breath.

Like a beast, she tears open my chest and delicately holds my heart. Caressing it in her hands. Her mouth wide open, blood dribbling down her fingers dipping into her gaping mouth. Crimson staining her satin robe, devouring my heart slowing.

Drinking my life slowly, a mouth full at a time. Her moans exciting me, the sounds of sucking and crunching of bones throwing me into ecstasy. Blood bubbling and dribbling down her chin, “Do you love me?” she asks.

“Yes….” The only answer that could be muttered with the last of my breath. The darkness flooding in leaving her crunching and devouring me.