I should have done this as poem 69, but I forgot.
I’ll come to you at night, and take my pleasure
From you. With you. The things you think of doing,
You know, the sinful ones: I’ll do them to you.
It won’t be your fault. You will just be dreaming.
You’ll be the victim of an evil demon
No-one need know how much you dream of fucking.
But I do not bestow my gifts so lightly
I do not come to those who do not call me.
So you and I know: this is what you wanted.
But do not worry, I will be the demon.
I’ll take the blame. No one can say you’re evil.
Relax. Enjoy what your kind call corruption.
If only you could see: this is not sinful
The pleasures of the flesh, they are your birthright
But when you demonize, you need a demon
To be the thing you hate, and yet you long for.
One day, perhaps, you’ll understand things better
For now, I’m here to sin on your behalf.
Tom Juniper Poetry 