Poetry / Sweet Seduction

Sweet seduction singing in my ears.
The old man invites me to inhabit is home.
I slip into his lap where hell pulsates through me.

How precious he seems.
How intoxicating he is.
How I want to love him.

How he hates.
He devours my soul.
He torments my flesh.

His erotic fingers massage my mind.
His lying tongue licks my soul.

The old man sits, waiting, wanting me to fall into his embrace.
I’m falling, slipping, slidding, yurning, desiring.
Yet, I know this old man will slaughter my soul.

Is best to stop the dance, but the music plays on.

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