She need only insist.
He knows she is deadly
But cannot resist.
Temptress of the Night
Snakes her tongue past his lips,
“Lilith”, he moans
As he clutches her hips.
He gives in to her,
This insatiable whore,
She remains unsatisfied
And wanting still more.
Foolishly penetrates her
In the heat of desire,
Deceived to believe
He’d melt ice with his fire.
“We two become one”,
She says with a hiss,
Stealing breath from his lungs
With her ravenous kiss.
Realization too late.
He has no control.
She quenches her thirst
Then devours his soul.
In my mind where Satan doth tease,
His presence takes upon me its toll.
He offers my mind’s immortality
If I’ll only negotiate my soul.
Reign with him o’er the Valley of Death,
The Reaper extends to me his hand.
Seems a thrilling temptation, nay, exalted escape
From a life that I cannot stand.
Though nearer glance at digits so grizzly
Sets before me the revelation,
‘Tis naught to be gained by an unholy death
Upon succumbing to the ultimate sin.
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