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Poetry by Charles Moffat
Suck the life out of me why don't you? You tempt me with your foul pleasures You use your powers to confuse my mind I am unwilling yet yours to play with Darkness overwhelmes me I seek deliverance Thy vile ways have tortured me for too long I am forsworn My soul is not up for grabs There will be no retreat and no surrender My hatred, love and passion can sunder mountains But your vile eyes can yield me Medusa of my dreams and nightmares You taunt me from the shadows of my mind Always there and always ready to pounce I can feel your presence only so far away I can feel your breath against my skin I can feel your legs with my hands Your soft sides and fragrant hair Yet they elude me as do you My temptress, my medusa, my succubus You have the power to turn men's hearts to stone And shatter them. |