The Poetic Warlock and His Women - Adult Content

I'm angry, about to throw a fit, and I wish a poet would challenge me. Follow me into the fiery bottomless pit, and I'll show you demonic poetry! I have a need to make a poet bleed, but no one can be found. My mother was impregnated by a demons seed, and so i was already hellbound! I may change my name back, and metamophose into my alter ego. My back pack has more poetic bombs than Iraq in case you didn't know. I am the Poetic Warlock, I cast spells with my illuminating writing pen. When I grab my c#%k, I think of Ms. Comstock, and how I'd like to do her again! I imagine being in the center of a group, several women surround me. It's several beautiful women of PoetrySoup, and all wanna piece of my sexuality! There is "Audrey" with her luscious ass, and exotic accent. I'm a little tipsy from the wine in my glass, so be aware of the content! There is "Deb" with her deliciously round breasts, and soft yummy lips. I did her like I was possessed, and avoided being caught up in any relationship! There is "Lay" with her angelic face, long legs, and thick thighs. Such style and grace, for that booty in them levi's looks like paradise! There is "Ali" who is sweet and innocent, yet ready to go down. She blew me like an instrument, and so I passed her my crown. There was Madison, A/K/A, "Ms. Poe," but she could not handle the humor in my poetry. It was a poetic TKO, when I told her, 'I'll take her poetic virginity!' There was beautiful Jennifer who wrote with a dark pen, and I felt our spiritual connection. But I soon recognized her ugly sin, which deflated my raging ********! There was my sexy Latina sister Skat, who played both sides of the fence. My salsa couldn't tame this pussycat, but still I had plenty of confidence! There was P.D. who thought she had me possessed, yet she was in love with a drag queen. I just wanted soupers to know who's best, so I introduced her to my poetic guillotine! So many women along the way, and all were she-devils in disquise. I've kept all these poets lingerie, still inhale their scent, and fantasize! As I end this last couplet, how can I foget the first woman that touched me. Charma's sexuality was like playing Russian roulette, and I wanted no part of her poetry! NOTE: This poem was written all in fun, imagination, and to satisfy my own dark humor. If poets take offense, they should just frankly "Lighten the hell up"