succubus

In the demeanour 

of seduction 

you rouse the dreams

of sleeping men

to be writhed

with torrid affection 

sleep as your guile

into the mind

to wrought desire into chain 

fetter harts to your will 

beguile souls to obsession

◄ Cleave

Black roses ►

Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Sat 8th Dec 2018 00:50

Thank you po for your likes and previous comments on my poetry.


All the best des

DESMOND CHILDS

Fri 7th Dec 2018 18:07

Thank you Anya much appreciated.



All the best des

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