Possessed

He put his lips to mine. Like smoke,
I swallowed him in.

 He put his lips to mine.
Like smoke,
I swallowed him in.
He put his heart to mine.
Like perfume,
I covered myself up in him.
He flowed through me.
Like air.
He put his fingers through my hair
and kissed me.
He put his fingers through my hair
and kissed me.
Magically.
Possessively.
I was possessed,
by his good looks and charm
and deceit.
It’s always their good looks and charm
so let’s not be discreet.
My demon came inside me and dwelled there
taunting me with notions
that someone was out there
actually made just for me.
But he was wrong, as I was.
There’s no one.
So I had him exorcised.
And he flew from me
as quickly and discreetly as he had come.