You watch her walk across the room
a stroke apass just midnight
“Move on over, Goddess Nyx!”
you hear her calling forthright.
“Freaky Fee is mine tonight.
No other shall be dancing,
I am the one that brings delight,
might as well quit your prancing.”
Her fiery hair gleams in dim light
her hips are shaped enticing
smooth, long legs carry her height
full breasts jiggle inviting.
Blood red lips drawn in a pout
her horns are sparkling black
she’s got it all – this devilish tout
ain’t nothing she does lack.
Her lips taste like you’ve never had
her tongue plays a dangerous game
tonight’s the night to be real bad
tomorrow ain’t be the same.
Conquered by a devilish queen
you dance beyond the moon
enjoy this night of Halloween
‘cause morning comes too soon.
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