Villanelle

My gifted succubus, straight from hell

Her hands red, flow over my head

splice skull, into infinite thought well

 

augured toxic fate, straight from hell

she flew on black wings and said

don’t you have a story to tell?

Pursed lips & fangs, straight from hell

Whispers, perched on my bed,

A pearl requires opening clamshells

 

my Lilith, straight from hell

stumbling over dried creek bed

I fall, grasping her offered spell

 

Cursed hips, straight from hell

Rock from side to side, spread

Dark eyes violently scream, well?

 

I follow her, straight to hell

Why fight this rigid chain of lead?

My gifted succubus, straight from hell

I adore you, my sweet Villanelle.

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