Dating a Succubus

She dresses in a lavender magical love potion,
Its fragrances deludes my dreamy raving mind,
Rings, necklaces, and bracelets glowing around,
Her black vivid eyes dart into my trembling heart,
Golden silky garments in many lines and curves,
The relic she now closes and my senses are back,
Fear strangles my palpitating heart into a knot,
Her snaky smirk hisses its tongue into my ears,
What she wants – what she asks is something
That goes against the morals of being a human,
She takes out her spidery black hands and goes
For my heart, for my throat, and my naïve eyes.

Getting Warmer

Am I getting warmer?
Rhetorical, philosophical,
As I examine hollow
Threads of friendships,
Frozen and colder,
Though in existence,
To pretence our souls
In believing their being,
Lifeless black holes never
To reach stars of our skies,
Forgotten to never remember–

When is it getting warmer?
Rhetorical, philosophical,
As I examine golden
Threads of friendships,
Warmer in abundance,
Floral essences as décor,
Stylists shaping them
Into hearts for many
Hugs and kisses
And the forever smiles,
Tiptoeing a poem,
To him and to her,
And again and again,
Tiptoeing a song,
To him and to her,
And again and again,
For I have found
A treasure chest,
Full of warm gems–

Is it going to get any warmer?
Rhetorical, philosophical,
As I examine diamond
Threads of friendships,
Rare garments
To wrap around,
Drums of my heart,
Lights of my mind,
Whispers of my soul,
Without them
All threads freeze
Beyond repair
As the river flows,
Indeed, unbearable,
But they are here
Here, here, here,
I built them a mansion,
An astronomical
Chamber that fits them all,
They are the best of the
Best, closer than the
Closest of all my friends.