Inside of me is a soul lighting my soul. A soul fighting my demons to soothe the human in me. A soul with its own demons but overwhelms mine.
He lights a fire in me that only he can put out. So I cannot see any good in another nor can I get over the clutches of his affection. Him in me gets the better of me in my moments of weakness or better yet when lust beats love in the quest to quench my heart.
I crave his heat so bad that another can only be too cold. A part of me I never read out loud lest my nudity will surface and my emotions illuminated. A desire too strong for my demons, I never stop falling prey of him.
So then how can I talk about me when I fell weak of what is seen as sin since everyone plays righteous. I will be loud and in glee will own my weakness in the arena of emotions. Only a man I adored tamed my demons, they found a home in him. The arms that hold my demons to sleep and guage my bad to execute my good.
So the soul of man living inside of me is the reason I believe in love. A love I never fell weak for, I became stronger for this fire. A love I would never talk about coz words are nothing compared to the fire lit by a soul in me.
I am a lover of demons stronger than my demons! Demons that own mine and dominate my soul to submission!