The Blood & The Bones

The fantasy

Finally

you can’t stop yourself
desire is a demon

and you are possessed

in one swift movement

we are holding hands

as in one of yours binds mine tight above my head

and the other struggles to pull up the skirt of my dress
there you find nothing between your fingers and my skin

and a river of wanting

I watch your face

as you realize that
what you thought you couldn’t stop yourself from taking
was already my gift

this dance was orchestrated
control was an illusion

the succubus wins

LL