Unholy Tentacled Demon Girls Do It Better

There's a fascinating diabolic theorem,
That demon girls posess a certain charm,
And features that are likely to endear them,
To a man prepared to risk the chance of harm.

I resolved one night to test this very matter,
And cast a magic circle sealed with blood,
To summon, call up, conjour, woo and flatter,
Some female fiend for whom I could be stud.

She wore a short black dress and silver pentacle,
Her eyes were flame, her kiss was cold as ice,
Her searching hands and... strangely probing tentacle?!
Debagged and had me kneeling me in a trice!

By all that I hold sacred I shan't say,
From whence emerged that supple coiling limb,
Nor shall I tell you where it found its way,
Or what it did there once it slithered in.

I will say this - my screams of abject terror,
Were soon turned into pleasured moans of lust,
And though it might well be a mortal error,
For kinky sex, it's demon girls I trust!

David Colter (January 2003)