Secret

A perfect fit,
like a glove to a hand.
She is a demon only
I can understand.

A lovely sin,
she holds her embrace tight,
ensuring her prescence
'til morning light.

When I awake,
she follows me around,
an angel of darkness,
my cloud of doubt.

Will she depart?
I standby patiently,
but there her eyes watch close,
waiting for me...