The Devil I Crave

The Devil I Crave

The Bible spoke volumes about the devil,

And writers have crafted an image for us to know him.

They shaped this perfect devil, an illusion to warn or seduce.

Yet, I met my devil, and I remain unafraid

He was different from every picture we’d ever heard.

My devil is an ideal man.

A tall, dark-skinned, sturdy figure,

Dressed impeccably, making you want to upend the world.

He wears the marks of discipline, charm, and confidence,

The kind of tower you’d cling to if given the chance.

The caption: “All I want is him.”

He’s a sin that tastes like honey,

The one who wakes you to pray and bless the day,

Then sends you to bed at dawn, aching and asking for more.

He makes you crave perfection, though you are flawed.

He guides you to the dark at every gathering, just for a taste of wanting,

Then, he silences your cries with his kiss.

He embodies danger and darkness yet brings light to you.

He’ll make you cry for hours, then erase it with a lightning flash of forgiveness.

And you’d choose to die with him,

Even knowing he’s already dead.