slicks the need and the demoness is stirred
treacherous conniving enchantress
comes from the mist
I'm deserving of infliction
dedicated desire to want
lucious delirium to squirm for your touch
sweet seduction you whisper to me
then growl with your frustration
my shadow reaches you burning my image in your mind
dasterdly passion is to rage
my thoughts turn dark and I amuse myself
you feel my ache as if it were your own
and curse me under your breath
your eyes penetrate my vulnerable greed
my pink blush turns red at my nakedness
for it isn't my flesh you want
it is my soul to fuck
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lust
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This is so incredibly scintillating. You write this succubus with the virtuosity of a poet who knows her craft and knows it well. I could feel this deep in my core. I was seduced and stimulated by your fiery sensual words.
John
good evening dearest John you do me honor thank you most graciously my friend 💕
Unapologetically penned, Brenda. This is raw passion unleashed my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously I deeply appreciate your thoughts 💕
you’re on fire, girl.
hello beautiful poetess thank you most graciously good evening 💕