My pulse is racing even now,
I struggle to catch my breath.
Mine is fear of an unknown Devil.
Is he seeking my pleasure or my death?

He visits me in my dreams
appearing there night after night.
I am flooded with mingled emotions
shared between intrigue and fright.

He knows my every thought
and tonight he feels my fear.
"I come only to bring you pleasure"
he softly whispers in my ear.

As if his voice is a powerful drug,
my struggle begins to receed.
More words trickle to my soul
and my fear turns into need.

His hands lightly glide across my throat,
my shoulders, to the small of my back.
I thightly close my eyes as not
to see the Devil staring back.

Exploring every part of me,
his hands are gentle yet strong.
Making love to me with just his touch,
it's my pleasure he finds before long.

Then it is his lips that caress my fingers,
tracing each spot without fail.
His tongue pausing in the palm of my hand
leaving a sensual trail.

Tasting my buried fear that escapes
through the pores of my skin.
"Let me savor you now" he whispers
and lowers his head again.

My body trembles with pleasure
as I squeeze the tears from my eyes.
I am totally powerless as I feel
his breath, hot against my thighs.

The dreams seems to last for hours
as I surrender to his every command.
And when this passion filled session is over,
he simply leans and kisses my hand.

I open my eyes to look at him
but I am alone...he is gone.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts
and realize that it is now dawn.

How silly I feel
as I blush at the thought.
For a real night of passion like that
it is my soul that could be bought.

A smile on my face, I have to get moving
as I have a full day planned.
I reach for my toothbrush and that's when I see
the initials "T D" kissed on the top of my hand.

Author = IAmShePoet