Lilith
Nightly, she comes to my room
and drains me.
Too weak to resist her, intensity.
The pain, pleasure does intoxicate.
Slightly, south of rape
I must escape.
On my mind
all the time
In my heart together
or apart.
Wrapped around my soul
Can I break free without losing control?
Copyright © Willie A. Buchanan | Year Posted 2015
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