kiss of it

You asked me if I could see them now, how the demons were in encrypted in your lovers kiss, Your words were none other than an echo of their hiss of incantation, and each time we made love, a damnation, for there is no other sin more provoking insanity than to love one who carries more than humanity, your words sent me wondering down caves and black pockets, my eyeballs writhing, rolling around in their sockets, and your smile so crooked, clever and sly, questioned my soul, gave me no reason why, and spells that shake the trees and breaks off their arms meant I had fallen for your cursed charms, and wrapping me up with long fingers tight around me, you were the end, the death, you'd found me