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Click hereSharp fangs glisten By the moonlight.
Heavy breasts swinging, The envy of all.
She moves through the Lunar-lit night.
Those that have seen Her pale white cheeks
Marveled at just how Perfect she was.
Loping through roads, Turnpikes and aves,
Her hard nipples, Demonically perfect,
Drew the gazes Of none, no one.
Nearby, a sound A car, home late.
Smiling, she moves Toward the boy.
Her gait increased, Creamy white thighs
Moving faster. He never found out
What the beauty Truly was:
A succubus. It was shown by
Her unearthly curves, Her creamy tits,
Her luscious ass. But most of all,
The fires of Hell In her eyes.
All he knew of Before his death
Was his dream girl, Approaching him,
Seductively. He felt her head,
Bobbing up, down, Up, down, up, down.
Her practiced tongue Sending shivers
Dancing through his body. His hands kneaded
Her tender tits As he pounded
Into her pussy. Some resistance,
As his cock pushed Its horny way
Into her tight, Virgin asshole.
The best fucking In all the world
Could barely hold But a matchstick
To this tender beauty He sodomized.
Spasms wracked him, Sending white jism
Deep inside her. Departing too,
To his regret, was his essence,
His very soul. It was worth it.
I really liked this poem but I felt the division of the descriptive passages in the first stanza diminished an otherwise great piece. It is one of the most original works I have seen in a while and worthy of the label of art.