tracing Iblis

Run my serpent tongue along your teeth,
I’m a crocodile watching you sleep.
I’m the sandman in your wildest dreams,
snatching your breath supping fleshy meat.

Demon of the night: guttural growl,
nothing can stop the onslaught now.
Storm in a teacup brewing black clouds,
waking rituals, murder most foul.

Devil’s palm smothering glossy lips
roughly trace distinguished fingertips.
Snarled curvature mimics a grimace,
burned, sizzling, layered epidermis.

Rusty spear plunged into dragon’s spine,
writhing: rhythmic; gouging scarred waistlines.
Mute protestations, request declined,
obscene shrieking as I bite inside.