Lilith

If ignorance is bliss,

Another elixir, miss—

I’ll drink like a merry ol lush

With a purple gin blossom

A toast to the cursed and fallen

I’ll be inebriated by dusk

There!

This ghostly hallow

A shrill, incandescent apparition

Damned the souls that follow

—Cursed by her affliction

Whispering a wind’s tale of woe

She summons an impetus winter,

Screeching through those corridors

Before settling upon a light fixture,

Tugging at my coattails

—She thirsts a bitter taste,

Kissing my lips

While talons dig into my flesh—

Her next victim awaits

The End.

“Succubus”

She’s a devilish

Succubus,

Sucking your soul

Through bone

—marrow, leaking out

Profusely

She can’t get enough,

Lapping it up

Like a dog does

Till the last

—Drop

Of that—

Sweet delicious

Decadence

Such an orgasmic

Experience,

Delving into that delightful

Plasma,

Massaging your heart

With both fists

Clenched

Tightly—like an

Unfinished

Knot—bound

Spread Eagle

With—

This wickedest grin

From cheek-to-cheek

Said the Queen

—Of the succubus,

Lilith