Devil in My Lover

I found the devil in my lover to whom I couldn't refuse In disguise of a bomb that I couldn't defuse Allowing time to proceed as I sustained a prude In misdirection lies the trick to a migicians' attitude But the art in his disception made me wonder night and day With his touch of imperfection was although perfect in every way Love is blind to the eyes because it sees with the heart And the heart believes what it does because the truth would rip it apart His kiss that held all sins was addictive to the And the angel I thought I was became one with the devil and on known as we Even though he was my lover I was far from in love To possess that type of affection it has to be granted from above In the skies that held the sun or in the dark held the moon All kinds of stars and promises of becoming soon It was not a connection that I sought out But a concentration brought out of me He was not like water in a drought More like a shark in the sea What I felt was hunger in starvation Not that food would do any swell And the upheaval due to mortification Was anything from wanting to tell It's not a great story written to be envied Yet people crave it in satisfaction It is a lust of a rumor begging to be conceived For as many people who postpone their reactions The judgment of his skin was hotter than hell It was a burning ache that couldn't be helped This engagement only lasts for a teller's tale And In the end you only play the cards you were dealt.