The Misfortunate

I beckon the oddity presented
To my humble dwelling below
The misfortunate she does descend
The sweated steps, their eerie flow

I watch her form from shadowed discretions
Light auburn hair to pleading breasts
To soiled pink toes . . . her toes
Oh, her toes . . . I want her toes

I tipple the oddity presented
For her likes are rare indeed
None before her has captured my fancy
As much to fulfill my carnal need

But aye, she be in my lair now
My guest to my own decrees
Upon her soul I'll give no blessings
I'll have her flesh as I please

She coughs the intoxicating air
Her gasps bring me delight and I smile
She stumbles and I catch her fall
Placed on my bed; mine to defile

I take the oddity presented
Unwrapped before my eyes aglow
Her sex to be my main course
And for desert, her soiled pink toes

All is done and I am fretted
At the thought of that which is to come
All bloodied and shredded and hideously torn
My bed I must clean before the night's done


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