Beelzebub’s Allegiance
By Peter Scott
Seduced by a friend
Offered gratification
As a test
To prove thy mettle
She was in the bathroom
Appeared from the shadows
Scared me
For I didn’t trust the fact
Someone had entered my hotel room
Impossible!
Comrades of the
Male persuasion
Slept in beds next to me
None would wake
I was alone
Under the covers
A feminine voice attempting
To spook with soft words
It was a dream!
But I was frightened all the same
My friend
A feminine colleague
Broke the shadow’s grasp
From above the neck
Whereas below the night lingered
Shifting around delicate features
Creating coverage where there was none
Within the span of electrical signals
Traveling to my appendages in defense
The girl was upon me
Neither woman nor adolescent
Straddling the plane in space
On top of me in bed
ŒThe afghan was not a comforter
For it was of no consequence
Her body heat violating
Penetrating me incognito
While somehow still a part of her
She expected reparations for this gift
Offered her body for consumption
In its grandiloquence and
Begged to satiate me
Groping with the seams on my meager clothing
Yet I knew
By the glint in her eye
This was a test
Evil incarnate
Seething along with the warmth of her temptuous form
And assumptions arose
The devil was upon me
Resistance proved futile
Her charms nearly took the best of me
Why not abdicate
To eventuality?
Quench both our desires
In a common union
That was what she wanted
Though
Almost too badly
And the glow of those eyes
Reminded me why
Principle out-paced lust.
