The Hell of Her Sex

Dark Witch,
Temptress of an envisioned fate,
Pulled to your syrup vines
I claw at your roots,
Captivated at their culmination;
Your inner hellish depths.
Your fibers hang their gripping fingers,
Slaying my wrists,
Clutching my soul to fill your hunger.
I am wasted and exposed,
Cloaked damp within your confines
'Till my last breath
Takes me to your insidious ardor.


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