Make You Scream – An Erotic Halloween Poem

All dressed up,

ready to go—

we could lock lips and

rub elbows in the back row.

Beneath a rust-orange harvest moon,

we could roll in the hay…

I love diving under the covers with you,

and making you come like something wicked this way!

 

I’m not really evil,

but I can be bad—

I’ll be the sweetest treat

you ever had.

I’ll sneak up on you,

I’ll appear at your side,

I’ll nip you on the neck,

I’ll be your thriller ride.

 

The doorbell rings.

The Banshee sings.

I wanna be your succubus dream.

Scary Hallows Eve to all,

and to all a lovely fright.

Tonight,

I wanna make you scream.

 

Let’s clink our glasses in the catacombs,

and open a new case in our triple-X files.

Let’s get horizontal in the back of a hearse,

pelvic thrusting Transylvanian-style!

 

I’ll be your angel in devil-red lace.

Like a sugar high I’ll get you good and giddy.

I’ll meet you at the masquerade—

you won’t even recognize me.

 

Just a little kiss of death,

just a gentle stroke of midnight—

let’s tango to the Toccata In D

by Jack’s lantern light.

 

I’ll let you see behind my mask,

you don’t even have to ask.

I wanna be your succubus dream.

Scary Hallows Eve to all,

and to all a lovely fright.

Tonight,

I wanna make you scream.

 

I’ll meet you in the graveyard,

underneath the aspen tree,

and I’ll gladly take

your wooden stake

plunging into the heart of me!

 

Clip-clop go the hooves

of the Headless Horseman’s mount,

while castle corridors resound

with the laughter of the Count.

Thunder may rumble, shutters slam,

and leaves rustle and crackle.

Cats may hiss, owls may hoot,

and crows and witches may cackle.

Chains and bones may rattle,

girls in high heels may shriek,

ghosts may moan, coffins may bang,

bells may toll, doors may creak,

and that sound on the stairs

may not be what it seems,

but tonight, my darling,

I just wanna hear you scream.

 

Don’t pick up the phone when it rings…

A heartbeat pulses through the floor…

The wind may howl, the scythe may whisper,

the raven may say, “Nevermore,”

and that rapping-tapping at the window

may not be what it seems…

but tonight, my darling,

I just wanna make you

scream!