10 Pride Issue · 10 of 11
I dance with the devilas lights flash him neonand he pins me in place with only hazel eyes,lustful gaze locked on his prey.
I spin
The devil’s eyes are bright,undimmed by liquor, but his hipsmove like the waves of the oceanon which his spirit sails unburdened.
I spin
Hooded eyes, shorter stature, the devilwavers in his stance but never his stareas he cocks an eyebrow to fire the words“Am I a good kisser?”
I spin
The devil’s skin is dark night and hard granite,roaming hands and probing tongueand laugh that fills the dance floor tospill out into the frozen night.
I spin
The devil is tall and composedas he reads within my eyessearching between the lines forpermissions he won’t ask.
I spin
The devil is packed wall to wallhis joy and his passion and his sinmultiplied by factors unknownas long as the lights are low.
We devils dance and kiss andfuck and laugh andmake fun of yet another trip around the sun.
Hot as hell, but it turns out it’sa hell of a lot of fun.
I spin.