A DEMON CALLED WOMAN

The demon is me, you, and all of us. To be alive is to be a demon.
Mystical, undoubtedly, but with much love. Not that infernal kind.
As religious classification. It doesn't have a hybrid form, half this, half that.
Nor does it have a trident. It's not identified with evil. It's not a serpent,
nor does it have goat's hooves. It's not a lesser being that lives in the shadows,
hidden in the basements of life. It's not an evil genius, a fallen angel,
Beelzebub, devil, evil spirit. Ugly, bad, turbulent, as books, dictionaries,
and encyclopedias define it. The usual definition as we were taught.

It's just a mischievous child crossing my path to annoy now and amuse later.
To escape the monotony as defined "what we don't like we demonize."
Contradicting this maxim, I decided to define myself as a demon of love.
I also named the most captivating, powerful, and domineering being
that exists on the face of the earth, "Woman," a demon. She makes her power
the ultimate force on the planet. She gives life, invigorates lives, and takes lives.

She is strong and resists passions. A powerful deity, she exorcises even love.
Capable of leaving her partner at the mercy of the spell imposed, called passion.
My benign demon is a being that walks in the freshness of her beauty.
Leaving an enchanting perfume. She sways her hips powerfully,
causing thoughts to flow maliciously, pleasurably and wickedly.

It is an enchanting being that subjugates me and enjoys itself through me.
And, it makes me enjoy myself. It personifies beauty, lust, desire, affection,
and goodness, as rituals of love. Her magic potion is saliva and the liquid
that springs from within the body before, during, and after pleasure.
The sweet scent that emanates from her flesh is incense. It comes after sex.

The philosopher's stones are those that adorn her neck, wrist, finger, and waist.
She is divine, created in our image. Ready to modify the universe for the better.
Her magical power, through a spell in her gaze, makes conquest possible by
giving oneself the most complete submission to her will. Visualizations,
meditations, daydreams, false concentration, love, the desire to have her
and have sex with her, float in my mind, coming and going. Yes, coming and going.
Behold me, possessed in the form of passion. I love a demon called woman.