My Creator

The illusion of love
that crept into my bed
was darker than black.

In the heat of passion,
this Devil tore away my flesh,
and licked my bones.
Feasting
in his conquest,
to own my soul.

I became an oddity,
a carnival freak
to seduction.
Riding a merry-go-round  
of nightmares and wantonness.  

Never sought absolution
for my lustful need.
Condemnation, in the arm's
of my creator, is heaven enough
for me.