He logs betwixt the threshold of darkness, curling itself around cursed sweet poison to entice you the more.
He weaves his schemes into the fabrics of your desire, for he knows the truth is bitter, so he makes temptations sweeter. He beguiles thee, slowly and surely, vis-a-vis his tete-a-tete via his tongue as it makes love to thy left ear and reasoning.
He whispers persistent ceaseless seductive tones which floods thy mind to the pollution of whatever nobility and morality that's left in thee. He of course is the master manipulator who promises you the sweet nothingness of an interesting vanity, and leaves you heavily loaded with emptiness.
Oh such satisfaction.
He is always there, canoodling before thy sight globes , that which is most desirous and pleasing to thee, yet deadly to thy soul.
He gives an illusory reversed smile , calling out softly with a mild and gentle voice, "come my dearly beloved one, take , taste, eat, swallow, abuse and to others do share".