the succubus
in his dreams she’s exposed
succumbing to her lascivious desire
sleep invites
his scent delights
a fuel to her fire
her fingers dance upon his skin
a symphony of touch not sated
eyes still closed
her thirst imposed
his breath unabated
restless; he finds his slumber
rapid, the heart, within his chest
she’ll have her way
upon him prey
his lust; his will is wrest
this inception, his dreams she’ll taunt
intrinsic his desire; she keeps
a trance, not waking
his soul for the taking
the succubus…of men she reaps
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