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.

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.