Her conscience meant she could not be depraved
And take the best of every man she knew
And at the end she knew she'd known too few
In death she lives the life that she had craved
Each night her ghost is badly misbehaved
She haunts the dreams of young and virile men
Who when she leaves are not the same again
In death she lives the life that she had craved
Too late they find their souls cannot be saved
Consumed within her otherworldly lust
She takes their strength and lets them fade to dust
In death she lives the life that she had craved
Her conscience meant she could not be depraved
In death she lives the life that she had craved
Author notes
An echo sonnet
A contest entry
- Incorporeal Love..."Ghostly Erotica"... by azlyn.
579 points, ended March 27, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me honestly what you think, good or bad.
Comments
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I really enjoyed this a lot. I have goose bumps at the end. Good luck in the contest and thanks for sharing your talent.
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OMG! You wrote a poem about me in an Echo Sonnet! How sweet! Wonderful work here my friend.
Love,
Amera♥
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wonderfully penned.
Best wishes in the contest
Tory
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Ahhh...the infamous Succubus!!! She has been the fear and desire of many a man! Very well written, thank you for the entry!
Az
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