She fancied him from afar,
Chiseled, firm, a beacon, a star,
He fed on all he could lure,
His grin she could not endure,
But she had needs to tend,
At most she would be but friend,
She was sultry, promiscuous, and stirring,
She'd mount their girth, purring,
All the while condemned,
Never to feed from her "friend",
This irony haunted her mind,
Forbidden to feed her own kind.
Succubus and Incubus
