Child of intention;
Spawn of iniquity -
Lips perfected only
To spill their hedonistic aim,
Eyes crafted
In order to see
The covert operation through
(and seek out his match),
Ears designed
To hear what they desire;
None shall deny him.
Lustwick the child;
Lustwick the lustful.
That sybarite,
The self serving authority.
He can sense desires
Emanating from the fleshes;
Fulfill them with a word.
His mind was created
To utilize vernacular
As a weapon;
As strong as any
Physical persuasion.
A being created
To convince innocence
Into errant rapture.
Into the shade
He’ll seize hold of the soul
To place within
An iron box forged
In Abaddon.
Voracious;
Insatiable …
Lustwick the Machiavellian
Lustwick the Incubus.
Every notch in one’s armor
He finds;
And crawls inside.
Seed of the temptress;
Offspring of debauchery -
Born of blood
Alight with mischief
And blazing covetousness.
Master of wicked influence,
He may coax anyone he wishes
Into succumbing
To his every whim.
Lustwick the cunning
Lustwick the charmer
Lustwick, your search is at an end.
vV""VIC""Vv
