Devil
Laying here in my bed I close my eyes and he comes to me. Ever since I was 16 I would dream of the devil, every night he would arrive. Always the same tall, muscled, long black hair, and piercing green eyes, and tattoo always on his right pectoral muscle. There were two snakes wrapped around a sword and a red ruby in the middle. He would slip into my bed and spread my thighs apart, slipping himself between them as his lips captured mine, nibbling softly on my lips as I would bite his lower lip....