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A seasonal piece by u/taurean_adift (full text below).
🎧 “Its number is 69, and its name is Lust”
Beneath the gloom of a moonless sky
We strode with haste, my sisters and I
To a humble hamlet, once pure and pristine
Now spoilt and stained by the servants of sin
We encountered a presence so vulgar and vile
In a boy of eighteen, it sought to defile
In a room of shadows and dim candle flame
Holding hands in a circle, we called forth its name.
We expected the worst, but this was worse!
Did we, we wondered, incur God’s curse?
We steadied our stance, refusing to flee
And braced to battle - not one demon, but three!
Three spawns of Satan that we now faced
Deliver us, we implored, as we prayed for grace
Clutching my beads to my supple breast
“I am ready,” I cried, “For this infernal test.”.
The first of the spirits was the Prince of Pride
It sensed my weakness that I struggled to hide
For it stripped us down to our naked skin
Knowing my sisters’ bodies was my secret sin
I resisted its taunts and my growing desires
It was a test of faith and mental manoeuvres!
So it pleasured my sisters with what pleasures entail
But amidst their moans, I managed to prevail
Scarcely with time to catch my breath
When the next one appeared, reeking of death
“Ah, the Demon of Deception, not much of a threat,”
I foolishly proclaimed, to my eternal regret.
To my utter surprise, he had me in a headlock
Gagging and sputtering and choking on his cock
I deplored, then implored and pleaded for release
But only when I confessed, did the demon desist.
Stripped of cloth, and dignity and vigor
I knew I was beaten, I could not face another
But my sisters forgave and helped me off the floor
And stood me on shaky feet to do battle once more.
With faith fast fading, I braved my final fear
A fiendish foe with a force that most are familiar
For it favours fairly the wicked and the just
Its number is sixty-nine, and its name... is Lust.
But... it offered a bargain, to leave the boy be
In return, I must be willing to let it ravish me
With a moment’s thought, I finally agreed
To offer as sacrifice, my womb for his seed.
With a tempestuous wind, we ascended to the ceiling
And proceeded to fornicate over my sisters’ wailing
We frolicked and fucked in ghostly suspension
Until I blacked out and awoke... was this heaven?
Alas, it was not, surrounded by my sisters
Recounting my exploits to you, dear listeners
I pray you find meaning in my tale with a twist
Of the time, and the last, when I was a female exorcist.
More poetry readings on GWN: Just One | Synchronized Tides
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