Why did you wake the sleeping Tiger that lay dormant and hidden within me?
For now she prowls the corridors of Night, filled with unassuaged hunger and longing for Your touch.
Feel her tongue, and the hot flames of desire licking with satisfaction your pliant, willing skin.
Are you afraid, or will you let the Tiger in to taste you and feed upon your molten flesh?
You cannot tame her, only acquiesce and appease her …
Perhaps she will not devour you…
Just yet.
Darkness falls.
The witching hour calls.
That which has been constrained by chains of day, unleashed into the dark heart of night.
Born of a thousand stars and the fires of hell, the She Devil is incandescent, infernal Light.
In dreams she comes to you. Invades your thoughts, willingly you invite her into your bed. Excited by a demon lover, your body enflamed by her touch. You succumb to her dark charms.
There is no escape from that which has been made manifest by your own deep, dark desires.
Pray for the light of dawn and breaking of the day, lest the Succubus feeds her voracious hunger and devours your heart. Bid her leave your arms before she carries your very soul away to be consumed in flames of the endless abyss.
Eily Nash
I’d like to share for your delectable delight some smoky hot words from the pen of my talented Texan friend & writer, Randy … Enjoy!
I met a gipsy woman
Who lit a flame inside my heart
Which soon became a fire
That raged both day & night
She said her name was Scarlet
In a sexy velvet voice
Then she sang a song so sweet
My soul began to melt
Scarlet Fire
Red hot desire
Take me higher
Into your fire 🔥
✍️🥀 Randall Wiley
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In shallow waters he teased and played, enticing hungry bodies to lust and fall to sin. Then with practiced ease, no remorse or backward glance, he would callously walk away, leaving heartache in his wake. Broken shells and shattered dreams on the empty shore of love.
Until the fateful day he heard the Siren’s warning call.
‘Beware the beautiful mind that draws you in.’
Intrigued by the beguiling deep, he slowly waded into the stillness of the sea, thinking he was free to ebb and flow and ride the tide, like the Starfish on the beach.
Yet each time he heard the song of the Siren, he went further until there was no ground beneath his feet.
Falling
Falling
Siren calling …
Who could save a drowning man from his own desires as he became a willing prisoner to the deep?
Eily Nash
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With sea green eyes, you taunt and tantalise. They dream and fantasise as you tease, you please, bring the unsuspecting to their knees. Behind an enigmatic smile, hides deceit & guile. Such wicked games you innocently play, then coldly walk away. The lying enemy within, whispers Love is a sin.
Eily Nash
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