Demon of the Night

A. W. Nutter In the darkness is where I love to dwell Atrocities performed will send me to hell A ladies perfume assaulting my senses My mind visualizing the sensual caresses She walks alone on a moonlit night Unaware of the demon hidden out of sight Grabbing her quickly, muffling her objections Excitement builds as I gain her submission No hero to save this damsel in distress As the blade of my knife shreds her dress Naked and vulnerable, I tie her to the stone Many have died on this sacrificial throne Pleading for mercy only fuels my desire My passion building with an internal fire Only one way to quench the erotic flame To her body and soul, I must lay claim Holding her tightly, I gaze into her eyes The cold steel slowly piercing her side Advancing toward the girls racing heart Needing to be ready when her soul departs Writhing in pain, my lady meets her death My lips on hers catching the final breath The soul acquired, sexual release attained Falling from the stone, physically drained Dawn shines a light on my transgression For a lingering moment I ponder salvation I feel the perversion rekindling the flame Powerless to stop this erotic game