I Met A Devil In The Street.

It was not in the dead of night,

astray in some forsaken place,

when might one well expect to come

with forms infernal face to face,

but in sunshine, on  a busy thoroughfare,

that an actual demon I beheld. I swear!

Adrift upon a sea of people interweaving,

that day I scanned, as is my craze,

the advance of assorted beauties

who thus ever float unto the gaze,

when I was halted in my lustful exercise

by something in a certain face. Those eyes!

They were grey, perhaps, or palest blue;

but, just then, catching the light,

while lit, too, I thought, with mirth,

they shone as mirrors might;

and so brazenly in mine they beamed,

that I all but blushed. The fiend!

Thus by sight through air united

amidst the teeming of the throng,

there passed between us the intelligence

that she knew well for what I longed;

and it was while in this bonded state

that she revealed it. Her demonic trait!

Curving her eyes in a feline stare,

she opened her long and well-formed mouth,

and from the red wet world therein

the scarlet spearhead darted out;

a hand's length from her lips it hung,

before curling back. No human tongue!

Came and went she in an instant,

on opposing tides we swept apart,

but time enough she had to plant

a new loneliness in my heart;

for mouths, that once were deemed enticing,

now seem so prim. So unexciting!