Sometimes

Sometimes the only option is to surrender to my demon lover . . .

 

Strange safety in that dark embrace

So intimate his arms surrounding

His wicked touch does run though me

 

Sometimes the only reason is to lay with the coming night . . .

 

Soft, sweet his whispers all I hear now

To yield the only answer left me

My fragile soul does grant surrender

 

Sometimes the only justification is my lunatic desire . . .