Succubus, incubus, and eatapuss,
Demons all but one,
One of them a Greek I think,
Someone’s mothers son,
All of them did intercourse,
Of one kind or another,
Even interracial too,
One a Greek his mother,
But I digress, I have this notion,
That while asleep, I prayed,
The lord me keep,
By a demon I was laid,
Sensuous and beguiling,
She had demons flair,
Victoria was her name,
A secret she did share,
Raked my flesh, my lips were burning,
Fever hot still in the morn,
Shrill the cry, the rising sun,
Her scent me still adorn,
On demon wings she left,
I’ll see you soon,
Her last words like an omen,
You’ll see me in the moon,
Pain and lust and expectations,
Hidden passions to the fore,
When I awoke, no a dungeon,
And no medieval lore,
Darn that Georg, I said,
Him and all his demons brut,
He followed me to bed,
His stories set the mood,
Valerian now I take a potion,
Victories passion raked my heart,
One nights sleep before the moon,
And Halloween will start,
If this a taste of what’s to come,
Be careful lads, she’s fire,
Arouse you hundred fold,
And punish your desire.©
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