Touched by the Devil

His hands rubbing my shoulders his words whispered in my ear
Are you real or imaginary? I thought
As his hands crept over my breasts and I liked it
He was not handsome but he was sexy with his words
You see, I think he is the devil fondling me
With his cunning ways, his manly cologne, his roaming eyes, his dark secrets
As he teased my hair, his deep dark stare, he took me by surprise while I was not watcihing, and I liked it
Now all that I feel is what I will soon reveal
The forbidden passion, the panting of desire, for the devil has touched my soul
And I like it