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Sorry everyone still running behind, lots of posts to read and posts to post . I will get there but now I must sleep 💜💜💜💜

Scary October 27

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is about a Succubus.

Image from Deviantart

See me now, here I stand.

I am a vision at your command.

I am the stuff of your night

I am your passion and your fight

I am the beauty that you need,

Green of eye and sweet breasts from which you feed.

Red of hair, red lips so lush

Mine is the body that in dreams you crush.

I am beauty, I am bold I am the body you long to hold.

I can take you up higher than the clouds.

I can take you away from the crowds.

I come to you while you sleep

I am the one you long to keep.

You take of me every night, you drink of me all my parts every inch of me you devour.

I arouse you through your sleeping hours.

When you awake you are alone.

I can hear you gasp, I hear you groan.

If you only give your all to me I can set you free.

Open up your soul to me I shall take it , take it all I shall suck it dry

Then into the the night I shall bear you high.

Yes give of your soul to me

I shall never set you free,

But every nerve in you will burn,

You could of escaped but you did not learn.

Ecstasy will bring you an eternal high

I shall ride you til you die .

Image from Pixabay

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 27/18

This is my entry for LindaGHill‘s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

This week’s prompt is Bone. Use it anyway you like and have fun.

So I have used some coloquial phrases using the word Bone in an Etheree.

#SoCs.

Bone.

Cut

To the

Bone I am

Wounded, broken

On the bones of my

Arse. Not a penny to

My name. Boned and truly

Gutted. If I’d boned up on you

I’d of seen you had only wanted

To use me badly and just jump my bones.

Scary October 26

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poems are about an Autumn walk, one in the morning one at night.

Autumn Morning.

Cold, frosty morning

There is something in the air

I cannot see it but I know it’s there.

Dead leaves crunch under foot

There is no one else around

Something’s in the bushes making a strange sound.

Oh! It’s just a bird it gave me a fright.

Away it goes on its morning flight.

————

Autumn Nights

Cold and damp and dark

Things are moving making the dogs bark.

There’s noises all around me

Something touches my neck something I can’t see.

Bodies in the graveyard are restless to be free.

I feel like the hounds of hell are nipping at my heels

Bad things are moving about

Scary is how it feels.

———-

The night picture is from Pixabay

Morning picture is mine.

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