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| Poem about a succubus written at midnight. |
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Drink you down, like honey wine
Berry lips, your always mine
The taste of skin, so divine
I smirk upon your desperate pine
Draw you close to play with fire
Know you are my one desire
Our souls can readily transpire
And bodies meld to take us higher
Will you flee from desert heat?
And fear the death of love made neat?
Where tigers hunt you for your meat
Love is primal, nothing sweet.
Drink me down on blood stained lips
The flaming sun, the moons eclipse
That linger at my fingertips
Enchant you in my swaying hips
When you wake, you値l weep with fear
And through your bones the pain must sear
My power o弾r you will be clear
You値l wait for me as night draws near
You値l wait for me with burning tears
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