Understanding

 I always find myself wondering.
What kind of demon would i be?
Should i ever lose and find myself dominated by him, or most likely by my carnal desires.

Would i be the rage demon.
Maleficent and careful in his fury.
Or an incubus.
Singing a sweet melody to entrance them all.

I see it like this. My crooked chaotic smile formed across my lips.
Every move carefully thought out.
My body is not mine.
The carnal savagery salivates over his meal.
A swift blow for blow.
I wanted to save him.
But he made the list.
So i feasted on him.
And cheered about it.
Even though i wept on the inside.
One face.

But it seems right, no?

Then the other half of the coin.
Something dark and mysterious.
Never seeking, just waiting.
He enthralls her with his charm.
He is careful and considerate.
He remembers her vividly.
The thrust that caused her pain and pleasure.
How he shaped her to be mine.
So gentle.
I looked at her.
So vulnerable underneath me.
The crooked smirk appeared.
Bearing fangs and invigoration.
I was lost in my carnal fetish, squeezed tight by his embrace.
Just like her, but he'll never let me go.
Not like i let myself go.
I can never take back my carelessness.

But i loved every second of it.
I felt whole.
Preying on them.
Thanking the gods for my feast(s).
I guess there is no running from yourself.