My Succubus

This is her,

Our succubus,

Draining the life,

From each of us,

-

And as raptured muscles Strain,

With the ecxtacy of pain,

The cold touch of forbidden lust,

Ripping through the cobwebs and the dust,

I freeze and burn beneath her touch,

-

My succubus,

A servant of nefarious Kaine,

She whispers in a shout incorporeal and vain,

If you were dead you would be free,

Of the worlds bounds, to be with me.

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This is her,

A creation of my vanity,

The lies of my life,

Testing my sanity,

My Sin

My succubus,

Draining the life,

From all of us.