To a T
I felt powerful when I was with you
Charged be love to begin with
Ahhh, but you hate that word
Affection, adoration, intrigue
Fascination, or even worship
These emotions from females
That I deem as acceptable
Make me. . .Magic
Even though you only “liked” me
Maybe even admit to “crushing”
Whatever emanated from you
Was dripping with raw chaos
Tingling, and euphoric
The most delicious I’ve tasted
Even rejection from you
Makes me more powerful
Than any other source
No fear of draining you
Or starving to keep you
Surging, and endless
Wild, and uncontrollable
Wild and. . .uncontrollable
Reborn in a storm of fire and fury
I felt. . .indestructible
But there’s always the heel
No way to keep you at all
This poem is in character for a story I'm writing. The character who wrote this is an incubus, writing this as a love letter. I don't like non-rhyming poems, but I've had several people tell me they like it so here it is
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