The Devil Grinned
A tightrope stretched across a void of question.
Feelings he may want to lay to rest,
Because sense warns him of his deception.
A balmy night,
A drink on ice.
He rolls the dice.
A gambling man,
He takes the chance.
He could be forgiven for a lustful lapse,
A moment caught whilst love is far away.
But the devil smiles when he falls into his traps,
And he returns the gesture whilst he plays.
The fire burns
And takes a grip.
He holds restraint
But lets it slip.
Now no return.
Can stop him fondle
And so the devil grins,
As he feeds once more on prurient sins.