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When she tightens her grip…
And steals their last breath…
When she sucks out their soul…
Condemning them to death…
When she reaches the point…
Where there is no return…
And the angels are screaming…
Whilst Hell’s fires burn…
Only then does she feel it…
Overcome by the emotion…
A divine sexual power…
With the force of the ocean…
That washes over her body…
Sends her to a higher plane…
With such incredible sensations…
She’s at a loss to explain…
Transporting her to a place…
Where rules don’t exist…
Where she is the lawmaker…
Empowered by a divine kiss…
That fuels this addiction…
Leaves her thirsting for more…
Because the highs don’t last…
And she soon drops to the floor…
But caught up in that moment…
Her orgasms are incredible…
Like a Goddess among mortals…
She feels so indestructible…
Because it turns her on…
Makes her feel so very bad…
Delivering death to her victims…
Is the best sex she’s ever had…
Before cleaning up the scene…
Then stealthily moving on…
Seeking out her next victim…
Like an elegant White swan…
Looking for any opportunity…
Furiously plotting her next attack…
And now she’s tasted the fire…
She will never turn back…
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Eye Will Not Cry 
Vicious lady! Very fitting image too… Well done, J! 🙂
Indeed she is! Cheers J
Am I crazy for saying I’d like to meet her. I know it would be just once. Really like this.
Well, yes – as you would not remember any of the details 😃 Thanks for stopping by – Cheers J
Good to know. :o)
Love this. It is perfect with imagery. One typo I saw though in the 7th stanza, second line shouldn’t it be higher plane, not plain? Thought I would mention it just in case you have not noticed it.
I didn’t but grateful you did! Thanks for your kind words – Cheers J
so deep, beautifully written 🙂
Thank you – much appreciated – Cheers J
A good one, J, even though you manage to twist the hot stuff into the dark still. 🙂 I guess many find beauty in dark. Nice to wonder though if this is a person or grim reaper. I have a question. Do your poems come out of your feelings and emotions as something you have to get out there, or do you have a thought, and then work it up to add on to the story line? Or a little bit of both? Just curious as to how people create. Thank you!
Thank you – interesting question – many answers – there is some depth in the what’s it all about section – but honestly, I write whatever comes into my head – mainly fiction with fragments of truth distorted just enough to keep from view – this one was based loosly on the TV show The Fall – initially she was a he but I wanted to use this song for a while – lots of my words can be read he, she, them, they – all interchangable at times – sometimes there is an emotion I want to get out there – but sometimes not – hope that answers – Cheers J
Thank you! Very interesting indeed, I like the way you twist those stories and how you use he/she/them/they/it and I cannot believe you crank them out just about one a day or two. . . Nice work.
Thanks – you would be suprised, I normally have a few on the go at once – plus re:writes and guest poets, keeps the blog ticking over – Cheers J
There appears to be no end to you eloquence. I’m going to have to gradually read through all of your poems.
Not convinced there is a start to be honest 😉 – but thanks for your kind words – Cheers J
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woo.. and they say… she is a necessary evil…