I haven't written a poem in a while, forgive me. Allow me, in my unattractive shell, to attempt to weave words.
Have You Ever Danced With the Devil In the Pale Moonlight?
Lady Artemis has,
In her domain, undulating sensually.
Emitting a fragrant erotic mist of pheremones with each breath.
For her Origin is divine.
But her Intention is base.
Every movement is deliberate and sexual, terse suggestion.
Try as I may to look away I cannot.
The call of the dark is potent.
I gaze, drawn like a moth into a flickering flame.
She pirouettes and gestures incessantly with deliberate seductive coordination.
I need salvation.
So I pray.
© 2020 Jeremy Artise Williams