And I accepted

“Send me your daughter and I will be yours”,

Those words haunt me daily.

It was exciting at sixteen

To imagine the Devil’s daughter,

Naked and flaming

Her eyes glowing,

Her horns growing

As she took me to another world.

Of course it never happened.

Until I was forty.

She was sensuous,

She was sexy

She was interested in me.

I never stopped to wonder why.

She laughed at my jokes,

She complimented my smile,

She touched my hand

And kissed my neck.

Blinded and flattered

I accepted.

In bed

She was angelic

At first.

But her passions heightened,

Her eyes flashed red

I could see flames in them.

Shaking her wild hair and baring her teeth

With a flash of white.

My hands went to her head, as I thrashed below her

On the bed.

I felt the horns emerge, before I saw them

I watched them growing slowly

It was exciting and sexual

And

I accepted.

Behind her

As she rode me hard

Her tale elongated, waving and curling

In triumph.

“Shit!”

I thought

“This is it.”

My long forgotten wish.

Suddenly we passed

Through time and space

Surrounded by the flames of Hell

Demons in ecstasy around us

In orgasmic throes

Echoes of our own elation.

We roared, we bucked, we kissed

Reaching the peak together as I filled her,

The Devil’s Daughter,

With my love.

I blacked out.

The flames faded,

Darkness covered me.

In the morning I woke.

She was there.

I kissed her neck,

Craving more.

Un-scared by the demons of Hell.

She turned and kissed my lips

“You are mine.”

And I accepted.