I fear my dear
you wouldn’t care
the least
if you could scare
me stiff with beasts
you breed
with ghosts you host
with veins, you bleed
and flesh you roast.
My dear — I fear you not
my daemon dearest,
I find you hot.
The Succubus by Auguste Rhodin
The word for the Quadrukke at dVerse today is “scare” as De hosts.
October 31, 2022
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
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Not the conclusion I was expecting! She looks like yummy chocolate.
That last line made me laugh! An unexpected twist. 😉
Love it… well done!
This is precious! 👏👏🖤🦇
What a twist for an ending Bjorn! hot indeed.
I like the rhythm of your poem
Too good, Björn! A grave attraction. 🖤
Hot indeed. and so is this poem.
Every man needs a good succubus from time to time. I enjoyed this Bjorn. Happy Halloween Sir! ✌🏼❤️🎃
Love comes in many forms…(K)
Love it ! 🙂