Succubus

"She walks at night likes passion's grace

Through nebulous fields of dream landscapes

Wild Morpheus her footsteps guides

 

She’s lust’s impassioned wile incarnate

Her will like swirling ocean currents

Endows the night with wanton purpose

 

Sent from heaven's pearly gates

To make men ponder mortal fortune

Tempting spirits will to sate

 

Demanding accolades of prowess

To satisfy her primal needs

Traverse her treacherous terrain

 

Her visage of immortal love

Like honey dripping from the comb

Inspires reckless heart's abandon

 

Dawn comes like coitus interruptus

Narcotic wisps of contention fade

A thrall with no earthly recourse"

 

~Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Done