the succubus

Fri, 12/19/2014 - 08:31 -- skasa73

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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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