Don't look in her eyes.
Don't lean tores her sides.
She'll bring you demise.
She'll bend your soul until you die.
Don't look now, here she comes.
Crawling on her knees seducing your mind.
Flipping your dime, twisting your bind.
Kissing your hine stroking your pine.
Your soul is just about done,
She's ready to come.
Your body is numb,
Her lustfulness has begun.
She's the beautiful and wonderful Succubus.
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Quizzical Poems
PoetryA collection of colorfully dark and comical poems. Fun factoid for the first one "Who Dwells in Dreämland" I wrote this poem during a dark depression in Christmas 2014. That lasted for days. My depression and nightmares were clashing hard this time...
