The Fountain Dance

A harp string strung,
And the star shined,
Arabesque on stage,
All attention on her,
And I drift elsewhere.

Acoustic tone rings,
A many heartbeat,
A long-awaited voice,
Absent of any other,
Always hers I seek.

Aching for her soul,
Arms now upwards,
Ascending to infinity,
A heavenly fountain
Appearing from within.

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.