Death Saver

Tossing and turning
I struggle
to unwind
as the storm rages outsideΒ
Door swings open
Cold breeze blows in
Shadowy figure
clad in black lace
crawls into my bed
Sultry mistress
consumes my body
Devours my soul
I relish those lips
that have tasted
many a man
over the centuries
Sweet succulent
angel of death
takes meΒ
to heaven and back
If this be the after life
sign me up!!!
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