The Devil Whispered My Name

Hypnotized by hazel eyes,
and intoxicated by a woody scent,
I lay in a pillowy green field,
shaded by an old tree’s meaty leaves.

Luscious lips glided along my jugular
while the devil in him whispered my name,
and a warm breeze whirled in magnificent madness.

His fingers danced down my spine;
the cowboy’s touch sizzled my skin.
Lost under his power,
I gambled with my soul.