Her.

The silent calm of shadowy night
Peace and sleep his only plight
Torturous thoughts plague his mind
No rest permitted for him to find
She dances naked within his head
The one he longs for in his bed
Demonic touch, satanic glare
Wicked tease, this evil mare
Poisoned touch, acidic lips
Wretched wench whose innocence is stripped
A hand outstretched for skin to meet
Echoes of drumming rythmic heartbeat
Beads of sweat exceptionally smooth
Bodies entangled, used and bruised
No cleanse for this addiction
No cure for this affliction
This empty soul his only salvation
A reason for his hearts pulsation
Lost in her, weak he remains
His heart stolen, spirit mamed
This dark essence she doth possess
Always and ever his countess

Author: Moonsomnia

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