Sleep in thy Bed, for her time is thus,
The Deeply Alluring Succubus.
She is a Women in Gait, Touch and Smell,
Her outward appearance is very well.
She enters thy chamber, just after Four,
Locks unprevent, as she floats through the Door.
Her purpose is plain, she has just one need,
The Spawn of a man or rather his Seed.
If one was Disturbed, During this act,
They’d wake with surprise, I know for a fact.
Cause she is a Demon, under that Skin,
The Devils of Night, she counts as her Kin.
With Opticals Violet, Purple in Shade,
To see them alone would make one afraid.
A Hypnotic Gaze, a Dazzling Beam,
Flows from her eyes, an Aura Supreme.
Folly to Flee, Futile to Fight,
For she holds thee down with immortal might.
It’s Best to concede, when she’s on thy lap,
Lest she gets Nasty and gives thee the Clap!
But things could be worse, than her on the Prowl,
Elect to be Ridden than Murdered most Foul.
So if she appears, don’t make a Fuss,
That Deeply Alluring Succubus.
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