I was speaking of the devil,
and you walked in the room.
So confident and charming,
nearly everybody swooned.
You reached a hand out toward me
and pulled me close to you.
I felt my soul igniting
and my heart felt warmer too.
You sparked in me a fever
as we danced the night away.
And when the night was over,
I begged you to please stay.
You may leave me in the morning,
never to return.
But I’ll keep these embers glowing,
and cherish long this burn.