Hot is this damnatious place called Hell
Demons and serpents all part of the fray
They laugh at the resident's pain, torture and dismay
High atop throne sits the Devil himself
Surrounded by bones of the evils he's dealt
His body was of perfection, just right in every way
No sharp nails, long horns, and tails like everyone else might say
His walk was not that of a hurried pace
His hair was kept neat, as well as his face
His skin was tanned, not red like cut meat
And he walked though the fires with no soles on his feet
As he approached, he took my hand
And through his garments I could see what made him a man
I quickly returned my eyes to his face
Only to discover on me, his eyes in the same place
A gesture was made and I was disrobed
My body now freezing from eyes that stared cold
He looked me over and seemed to be pleased
Inside he must have chuckled at all my evil misdeeds
He laid me down upon the ground
And from the mouths of every cretin there was not a sound
His first kiss, burn like fire upon my chest
I knew from that point on he would handle the rest
As he filled me, my insides burned with fire
Warm gases then lifted us up, higher and higher
High above his fiery realm, his silence broke
And I will never forget the words he spoke
His words onto me were: "This shall be my finest day."
And I thought to myself: "Who would ever think of the Devil being gay?"
As time went on and the feelings did too
Who would think that he almost said, "I love you"?
I then awoke, thanks to my noble stead
Rubbing my head from which I bleed
I must have hit it while ridding trough the wood
Punishment for thinking thoughts that no mortal should
As I steady my horse
I thought, it must have been a dream of course
And this I thought, until my garments I did part
Only to find the burned impression of lips upon my heart
� June 1998