My Succubus

My Succubus

So exquisite and beautiful like the six winged seraph that gourds the throne of our lord.
So enchanting, so enthralling, my succubus haunting my dreams.
Making me yearn, making me beg for that wanted kiss, making me plead for that caress.
My being, waiting and wanting, wanting and waiting. Begging and pleading for that wanted kiss.

Twisting fears and wanting yearning, growing and turning, growing and learning the different forms of reality bliss.
Hand outstretched wanting yearning, torn and turning, reaching for my succubus.

Enthralled in my heavenly dream,
Only a nightmare cloaked in teasing velvet.
So soft and sweet like babys skin,
Always exciting.
Always inviting,
Always enticing the senses of my dream.

Feeding upon my pleasure.
Like a viper in Eden.
Lying and cheating, masking its true iniquity.

Twisting fears and wanting yearning, growing and turning, growing and learning the different forms of reality bliss.
Hand outstretched wanting yearning, torn and turning, reaching for my succubus.

When de-cloaked and revealed.
Pain consumes the mirror.
My reflection cracking and shattering.
My dream made of fears
Phobia brought to life.
Skin pulled tight.
Elixirs run through with clean sterol wings.

Twisting fears and wanting yearning, growing and turning, growing and learning the different forms of reality bliss.
Hand outstretched wanting yearning, torn and turning, reaching for my succubus.