Demoniac Divine.

Oh, precious
You leave me mad every night you fade
Of body, and touch
Of my thoughts and desires, you carry on
Excessively, temporarily,
because we all know that nothing lasts forever.
Forever is just a form of lying to love.

I am also on your thoughts
The ones hidden, secret, forbidden.
Another drug, making you feel good
A danger not so killer.

One life to live
That no one knows
But many cares
Not the way you need for them to care
Something freed, but close
A love of friendship, of listening, of time,
And of sex, wild, hard, bitter and sweet.
Sweat.
Wet.
We get it.
We let it.
Go.

You are so demoniac
On your deepest desires
Have the holding and feeling of never letting go
I am your wish of possession
And still, of liberty.
A seed, a lover, an entertainment.

You look nothing divine
But born of a spell
Of a curse, you can only set free by diving on vicing movements.
Or with me. Am I possibility? Or already am and just distrust?
A goddess in a form of witch.

Demoniac and divine
Even not even close to heaven
Just high skies, and higher.
Demoniac divine
The contrary that many would love to
have the pleasure of tasting.

I hear you.
I understand.
I save you.
In some seconds of lower insanity.

Lifefull and soulless. I fell you.