The Devil Inside Me (Completed)

You are staring at me from across the room. There is passion in your blue eyes. I know the look you are giving me. You have a desire that you want me to fulfill. You have had that look in your eyes since the day we met but, lately you had been set on fire.

Your thin housecoat is draped over your shoulders. You are dressed in even thinner pajamas and yet all I can think of is how much I want to rip them off your thin body. How much I want to hold you in my arms. How much I want to succumb to my thoughts and wants. Not my wants, my needs.

I need you. As I watch you give me that seductive expression, I feel myself weaken. You should not be allowed to live with yourself. Your endless flirting should make you the perfect victim for Hell. No man should have that type of power over a being.

The power you have over me is inhuman, immoral, and wrong. How I want to just cross this distance we call a floor and pounce on you. To attach my hands in your blonde curls. I want to kiss those cherry lips and taste the sweetness of the fruit I may not have.

I want to have all of you; I want to be with you. I want it all. I need all of you. I cannot live without you near me. I need your mouth to hover above me and to whisper my name. I need to hear the lovely voice sing me to sleep each night.

You know my thoughts across the room; you smirk and raise your eyebrows slowly. You treat yourself like bait. If you want me come and get me, you send toward me. The animal inside me takes over and suddenly the floor which was once a short distance feels like it takes forever to cross.

I am upon you and we are kissing fiercely. I do not know who started, who ended and who was in which part of the other. All I knew was this was the closest I could come to living inside you. How I wanted to be inside you and feel everything you do.

All the burning passion trapped me into my body. I could not express my feeling accurately without my body getting in the way.

Suddenly you part from my mouth and move to my ear “Jonathon…” You moan. Your hands are running over my bed clothes and you pull off my shirt. I slowly pull yours off and kiss your chest after it is removed.

“We will burn in Hell for our sins Christopher.” I say whilst I slip a hand beneath the waist of your trousers for the slightest of moments.

“God does not want us to be. We are a scandal. I have never heard of two men doing this. I have never met some.” You do the same to me but, stay beneath the fabric much longer than I dared.

“We are criminals.” I say, bitterly.

“Ah, but my dear, we are criminals of love.” You assure me. I do not know what to believe.

“It is the nineteenth century, Chris. If things like this haven’t become normal, when will they be?”

“I do not care if it is legal, Jon. I will do what I please to you.” You begin to move down once again.

“Burn. We will burn. We will burn in Hell for our sins. We will burn for eternity but, I do not mind. I will burn in Hell with you, that is all I need to know.”

“If we burn in Hell together, than it makes no difference what happens now and then. They are so similar we could be dead now.” You are mine, Christopher, I am yours. We are forbidden by society but, we do not mind. For the Devil lives inside us.