Caress the inner devil of my soul,
bind my wrists with the softest,
deepest, reddest silk.
Drape me in the prettiest black lace.
Call to me. Call to my inner succubus,
whisper my name with the darkest shame.
Stroke my pale soft skin.
Teasingly awaken her, whisper to her from the depths.
And when a whisper is not enough…
Plunge her into the screams of oblivion.
Tear open my soul with raw abandonment.
Make me scream and beg for her release.
Bite her into existence,
Spank her for her resistance,
Take her with your insistence
Own her with your persistence.
Caress the inner devil of my soul
Let my spirit grow.
Let my spirit show.
Be the reason that I glow.
Caress the inner devil of my soul.
Karen Hayward ©2016