THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

So I met the devil the other night
I was shocked and a tad disturbed
He didn't look like I thought he would
But it didn't matter
I wasn't at all perturbed

He didn't look scary or evil
And he didn't shoot flames of fire
His clothes weren't scruffy or dirty
I was actually quite impressed
With his choice of attire

He was a very striking and handsome man
That's something I thought I'd never say
But if he wasn't
This whole scenario
Would completely go astray

He had jet black hair
And menacing dark eyes
I wanna say they were black
Or maybe they weren't
I could be mistaken
Maybe it was just a disguise

He was very tall
I'm guessing about 6 foot 4
With a ript and slender body
I had the completely wrong impression
Of him before

He had the deepest voice
That I'd ever heard
It was very low and so so sexy
To say it sounded devil-like
Would be totally absurd

He had a wicked sence of humour
Which enhanced his one track mind
When he looks into your eyes
You'd find yourself confiding in him
Your deepest most personal desires

He didn't fit the mould
Of what the devil looked like
He wasn't vindictive or cruel
His smile could warm the cockles
Off every living soul

And therein lies the word
That I've been searching for
To make my poem complete
I now know what he's doing up here
He's here for me
He's here for my soul to compete