I witnessed the silent dehiscence of my sins, the genesis and revelation of the devil in her aureate aura. And by God, she was beautiful. Crown of sunlit violent waterfalls, the rainbow, her halo. Freckles like incandescent firewood sparks scattering like shattering glass. Her eyes, sparkling virescent hazel lakes. And skin as opalescent mother-of-pearls birthed of, bathed in, and buried by the sea. With the voice of liquid rock, she whispered of hidden treasures and forbidden pleasures from bloodthirsty, blood-red lips and I listened lustfully as always.