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Frank’s Girl

There is magic to being Frank’s naughty girl  
For a seductive witch like me, a zombie I befall with his manly twirls  
He put me together to be his immortal bride to be  
After Jason, Freddie, and Michael Myers, mmm… he pleases all my sultry needs  

When the high moon illuminates from the sky  
My skin tingles I could not fathom why  
Could it be Count Dracula still has my beating heart  
Draining me under a blanket of midnight stars  
Traveling the forest, inhaling my seductive inviting scent  
I hear the alluring howls of a werewolf’s paws in relent  

Hum… what's a witch to do  
Without her cauldron to conjure a spell or two  
Closing my eyes, as a witch with my temple I shall use  
The abyss of my core, shall be my brew  
 
I summon the raging winds to the East I command counseling of your spirit  
To the West my soul is the sacrificed endearment  
To the North, I bow in the compliance of its wishes  
To grant this ritual bequest unto me as my Haitian blood boils then swishes  
Until the bed of Mother Earth's South as it seeps and twitches  
 
I looked around the forest, ten pair of eyes all pinned on me  
How much of my life force did I use, as I glanced down at the reddish covered leaves  
One by one unto me as I made them groan and then cum  
Getting their fleshly fill from my creamy butter rum    
Howls to my Hunter's Moon, indenting as I weakened from the pleasure of sharpen fangs  
Into my tender flesh, with each moan the deeper they sank  
Thrilling, exciting  
Legs wrapped around Count Dracula's back as he’s softly biting  
 
Michael, Jason, Freddie, debating again who’s going next  
With a snap off his fingers, in Frankenstein’s silken rose blanketed bed, still hot and wet  
Mm… his body, his hands, making such passionate and tender love to me  
In the distance, I hear the denied outcries over the elevated trees  
Right before I climaxed, I seen a pair of green eyes staring down at me  
Oh no… really …. it just can’t be  
 
Green Lantern… mmm how did you get in this story of tantalizing glory  
I love the green, you've always been my super hero I would love to tease, appease  
After that night, Frankenstein is now considered a memory in history  
Mm… in Green Lantern I find comfort as we merge our destinies beyond immortality  
 
Green Lantern’s Girl... well for now  
 
Giving thanks to my Goddaughter, she manipulated one of my photos unto this
SweetKittyCat5
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 31st Oct 2020
Author's Note
Many cultures believe that on a certain day - Halloween, the Irish Samhain Eve, Mexico's 'Dia de los Muertos' - the veil between this world and the next is especially thin.

Michael Dirda
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