Hell of a Love

God is great. But my god, her devils feel so good. Her evils pleasure my demons in a way only our sins can. She touched me in a way hands can't. We sip where saints can't taint the taste. We turned hell into a safe place. A hideaway from a place we had no escape. In her heat my spirit heals from the aches. Her passion repairs the breaks. I fear the Angels realizing their mistake and coming back to take her away. But while she's  mine the fire feels fine. We receive praise from even Hades for the flame we make. Hell might  freeze over if it wasn't for the love we make.