streetlight spews in across my floor makes its way to my closed door over my head it comes and I stare oh death below, oh wait... you don't care this light is demonic, beautiful to me hell has gifted me with a she-demon you see
taking her time, she straddles me here am I dreaming? she whispers in my ear: let me show you what a demon can do, **** a man with pleasure, yes you. I've never been more entranced never before had our lips danced give me more, I wrap arms around
don't beg for mercy, demons don't give it evil little succubus, oh god I love it my heart races, my blood starts to flow oh dear death, my true form will show no, no. torture is sweet, within a demon.
how many of you noticed that this poem spells out "smooth talking demon"
also look at my response to this called Delicious Darkness