Succubus
She walked with stars and the moon in her sway,
She spoke with the melodic tune of harps being played,
She saw with the weight of temptation in her gaze,
She hunted with blood lust, her poor, willing prey.
Her routine was simple, though called for a mess,
When she rips the still-beating hearts from their chests.
It begins with a word, one hauntingly low,
That crawls, creeping into your heart from below,
The seed now planted, it begins to grow,
And leaves you dripping with desire on the morrow.
Return, they always do, with the hope that she’ll show,
Her appealing body she won’t soon bestow.
And next, there’s a kiss, one painted with fire,
That intoxicates your conscious thought and takes you higher,
To lands of heated passionate nights you’ll remember,
And that fire tickles your tongue with its embers.
By then, you are past the point of no return,
And in the fire you’re destined to burn,
But you can’t break away from the undying pleasures,
The ever-waking throbbing ache for her treasures,
And with her stare she crawls inside of your skin,
Attaching herself to every fiber within,
So you venture forth in your relentless tries,
To feel the warmth of her flesh from the inside,
Meanwhile you’re stricken, you’ve nowhere to hide.
As you wait for that day when your beings will collide.
Her touch coils around your body so still,
Encircling you in a vise of passion distilled,
It tightens your throat as you gasp for air,
But you can’t find the light through the waves of her hair,
And then it comes slowly, lingering vaguely above,
Realizations of the woman you’ve given your love.
But quicker than another thought could be conjured,
Her venomous lips part with dark laughter now heard,
Her claws rake down your chest, peeling back the skin,
Her teeth sink into your neck, and without hesitation she begins,
To drain your thick life-source so bitterly sweet,
Sucking and savoring this delectable treat,
Until the last drop slides desperately down her throat,
And only then, can she look back on your encounter and gloat,
“It’s so easy!” She cries, “So easy to kill!”
She bubbles in laughter at the sake of the thrill,
But soon, the joy is gone, and again she must sate,
Her obsession with hearts and their taste as they break.
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