My Coven Girl
I hear you crave a coven girl,
a dark mistress to warm
your petty soul,
but do you know of what you ask?
She will not coddle you like a babe,
she will not serenade your woes
with words of falsehood,
nor is her body a tool
made only to please you.
Does she frighten you in the dark?
Fangs hidden behind blood red lips,
black nails scraping down your back,
a soft laugh,
this is what you wanted, isn’t it?
Or did you envision submission,
as every good girl should.
You are out of your depth,
she slumbers in a coffin,
floats upon the rivers of the abyss,
and you shall never change her,
nor shall she ever wish
for a man she’s supposed to adore,
to dictate her every whim.
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