Succubus

by Tripp

Long silken hair drapes the face of my dreams
two windows to my soul, from her face gleam
she has in her hands, the blue print to my soul
she knows what composes me; what makes me whole

her gaze entrances me against all my will
yet suckle to her I shall, for her I'll love still
with her knowledge she fashions bonds to restrain me
against the ties I will struggle, albeit quite lamely

and so, seductive tendrils of terrible temptation
worm forth from my mistress of manipulation

encapsulate me, in promised pleasures!
oh please ensorcel me, with forbidden treasures!
I implore you, grant me just this

instead she bears fangs unsheathed for a kiss

I feel the agony of whip upon skin
memory is sundered, forgot where I've been
all I know is this, this pain wrought existence
and I know that what she promised, she'll never relinquish