Seduction

cuddled by the shadows of bamophet,

swarthy dark, i begin to spark,

hex. i am mask'd and task'd

my seduction over him gush.

every eye molds grimace

after and before us. encompassed!

i ne'er mind rumors.

iconic be dear plot.

obnoxious metaphors

stab my core

as bamophet slides his hand

to my silver shoulder.

"her delicadeza dims!"

in lunacy crowd screams.

so hurt, so hurt.

soulful tears fall.

my tongue cries holy water.

lick's deadly to him.

shush!

i am demon's curse.