The Seduced Poem by John Duffy

The Seduced

Does the lonely soul with broken wings

Still cry as they wallow and grieve

Does the heartbroken walk

Head down

Looking at sharp pavements

Littered in broken glass emotions

Where they are cursed

To wear their hearts on their sleeves

When a succubus
or incubus has you though

When that unquenchable temptation to be violated

Or to enter new flesh

To penetrate deeper into unknown wet territories

To really sate your soul for fifteen minutes

As you clash climatically together

Whilst tied tightly on leads of immeasurable pleasure

Made of black leather

Will thoughts of eventually being one those lonely souls that grieves

When they eventually leave

Just be another conspiracy theory

That you will never believe

Copyright John Duffy