could a kiss kill a demon?

i pull against the seam with my archaic murmurs
using flesh to my advantage
when i see the lustrous soldiers
i cower
but not before pulling out all the stops
and taking the organ to its full volume
a roar so loud
minds are like silly-putty in my taloned grip
and desires are tweaked by my manipulative gaze
alas!
i am generally vanquished
bearing a golden wound
the weapon of choice is seen in other realms
merely felt in 3D
but its dimensions are immeasurable
i can only watch it take effect
under my dying breath i steal a gasp
of air so sweet and dripping that i catch it on my tongue
thicker than sap
the last thing my infinite eye sees
is the union of skin as it submerges
below a threadcount numerous
lovely
weeping
sweat