See the young ones, eyes so bright
The pounding passion of their hearts
With energy of love so filled
With every kiss so sweet distilled
And tapped through my seductive arts
Preoccupied with daily needs
Their adult world bereft of joy
Against the wisdom that they learn
They dream of childhood, how they yearn
To be my plaything, be my toy
What do they see when they see me?
The one they want, the one they need
Such ecstasy in dreams-come-true!
Their happiness will be mine too…
With lips on helpless lips I feed
Dark one, Frank. Gave me the chills! Well done.
Certainly ended up chillier than expected. Thanks 🙂
Well, there’s a turn of events.
Beautiful and fierce. Great twist at the end.
I got to wondering about a succubus that fed on romantic love rather than sexual lust…
Brilliant. I love how your mind works.
oh this is creepy! initially I thought, this is different – but by the end… brrrrr!
Yes, I agree about the brrrrr… 🙂
Wonderful work, Frank! I absolutely love the “helpless lips”.
Hi Noora, nice to see you writing again!
Thanks for all your comments and likes – I’m glad you enjoyed.
I certainly did! I’m trying my best to dedicate more time to poetry – reading, writing and living it…