She climbs the winding steps of her fire her skin burning among the flames She raises her eyebrow convinced that she is free for a moment She wonders which part of her lost a wing a heel an unspoken word She parades her virtue before the moon returns To cast its shadow on the path She will feel less desire and more demonic than yesterday Come and I will make you different... come and don't deny me. In her pupils the sparkle of desire She opens her treacherous smile How can she not move her hands slide a finger between them And ask for silence Come and I will make you different come and don't deny me Desireful feelings murmur in your straight back Your queenly gait He looks at you and wants something that you deny him. A demon emerging on rare occasions rising from the flames Away from the cold and grey mortals
