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
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