Fevered Dreams of Devilish Divas

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He dreams of them in different styles

As each in turn his heart beguiles.

Each face so fine,

Each voice, divine,

Each move so versatile.


Jeri was the first to shine

When she op'd door to Venus' shrine.

Commanding frau

With flawless brow,

She quick his heart intwines.


She alone were girl enow

A mortal move to marriage vow

But then the queen,

Sublime Irene,

Commands his soul to bow.


She shimmers with a rainbow sheen,

Sunlit ocean diamonds keen.

With boots of red

She tramps his head,

While dazzling with her mien.


Next is he to sultry siren led,

Seductive Seulgi, priestess of the dead.

With feline grace

She sets the pace:

Her steps can truly shred.


His heart now pounding fast apace

Like thoroughbred in champion race,

The hapless boy

Now dreams of Joy

With glamour-goddess face.


Like supermodel who by coy

Expressions with the camera toys,

She scintillates

But leaves unsate

Whom she with beauty cloys.


In rhythmed dance they undulate

Throughout his being. He lies prostrate

Consumed by fire

Of hot desire,

By wants that won't abate.


As demon divas sing like choir

Of angels lauding heaven's sire,

One more chanteuse

With sweet caboose

Sets pizza boy afire.


Wendy's crystal tones infuse

Her fellow songbirds' stained-glass coos;

As nightingale

Fills moonlit vale,

Her notes their songs suffuse.


Within his soul their singing brews

A strange liqueur, as though transfused

Through hot impale

Beneath the veil

Of feeding nosferatu.

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