Going down on Devilish

I imagine you…
Sashaying on a lighted stage
with red stiletto shoes
long legs in flashy seer
pantyhose, dressed
in a wrap-around sheath
showing a figure
that makes Venus weep

I can almost hear you…
a voice sultry
dark red painted lips
eyes, fringed with sooty lashes
fluttering flirtatiously
as you look out
through mesmerising dark eyes
gripping one's soul

I see you…
on the stage of this dark portal
you stand up and speak
telling tales of yesteryears
sharing your joy and pain
your thoughts, unsweetened words
alphabets of starkness
like wanton whispers

I think of you
wish to touch you
look into your eyes
mirrors of your soul

Devilish, a dark beauty
akin to a scarlet Rose
among all the beauty
of hearts and souls
In this portal.