What would you do if the devil came calling?
Would you let the cracked door be invitation enough – or would you be brave enough ask him in?
Would you greet him on your knees?
Knowing he holds the promise of both, would you offer him your salvation or your damnation? Would you confess the sins you plan to commit in his name? Would you admit you’d already offered yourself to him in increasingly prophetic and addictive dreams?
Would you bargain with him? A kiss for immortality. Would you ask him to brand you in bites and bruises?
Would you test yourself against his will?
What instrument would you be, what song you play for him? Would you tune yourself to his expert fingers?
How would you beg? With brazon desire or respectful silence and pleading eyes?
Would you make a prayer of yourself? Would you promise yourself in pieces, or beg to be consumed all at once?
Would you consider the cost?
Would you?
And here I thought I’d already sent an engraved cyber invite. I was just waiting for the RSVP. The devil, he is a man of wealth and taste….
i would probably cut his penis off and make him devour it.
YEA
i would fuck satans mouth with his own penis
Also acceptable answers: Make him a nice apple pie, invite him to play a mean game of scrabble, or rent a bicycle made for two and enjoy an afternoon ride through the park.
What about cheesecake? Does the Devil like cheesecake? ^^*
I’d put up a bit of a fuss but the Devil would see right through that ploy. He’d look right into my molten core and make me admit my deepest desires before he even laid a crooked finger on me. My will succumbs to yours, er, his. Always. Mostly. Always.
Oh, I’d confess all sins, beg with pleading eyes that eventually give way to the glare of brazen desire, be devoured bit by bit (don’t want to rush this).
Cost, what cost?
Cheesecake, did someone say cheesecake, save me a sliver please.
Would he use words like dark chocolate, velvet and thick?
Cheesecake…absolutely sinful…and I can’t get these visions of eating cheesecake off of someone’s naked body out of my head…
The Devil made me think it. :-P
Mm. The devil is Elizabeth Hurley according to some long forgotten B movie – I can think of a few things to do with her…
I thought that I had already met the devil…
how do you know i’m not the devil?
elise