The Devil’s wicked lips
taste my burning flesh
A delicacy
A flame with delight
(with shame)
He teases, waiting,
enticing,
watching as I squirm and writhe,
(wanting to escape)
wanting more.
Embers of pleasure
dancing amongst my limbs,
burning bright the primrose path
with fury
(with pain)
He knows I’ll remain
for the agony
because I’d miss it
in heaven.
T.C. Anderson is a writer and poet from Texas. When not crafting stories and verses, she is an award-winning graphic designer at Lone Star College in Kingwood, Texas, as well as a co-advisor to the campus’s student newspaper The Howler. She lives in north Houston with her husband, Jared.
