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Lilith
She’s a succulent succubus
witch whom I can’t resist Her fervent pheromones.
Her tenacious trance encapsulates me
into Her wonderous whirlwind of pleasures.
I’m hopelessly enraptured by Her.
And with a whimsical wave of Her wand,
She commands me with domineering diligence,
“Behold lover, assume the proper position!”
And immediately, I’m on all fours
balking banally at Her luscious loins.
My reverent refrain is in disdain.
How can I contest this calamity?
When I’m so adamantly adorned by Her approaching advances.
I sorely succumb suddenly to trembling tremors.
Epileptic ecstasy overcomes me!
How can I refuse?
I’m Hers, and She knows it!
And my Penthouse pantry full of magazines
rattle rhapsodies from my groin.
Copyright ©
Benjamin Bartley
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