He has the very semblance of a devil
- an angel in his immaculate disguise.
I find myself wordlessly aghast,
and intrigued by those vacuous eyes.
Medusa's smile has claimed his lips
- and his gaze turns me to famous stone.
His mouth is home to a snake of a tongue
his demon Promise won't leave me alone.
The web he twirls is stronger than rope
- it is these unrestrained ties that bind.
His voice is that of a wretched mina bird,
perpetually resonating; solitary in mind.
He is pure and flawed to common perfection
I simply am the recipient of his perverse affections.