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.

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You desire me

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 .

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