Written by: Anthony Nutter

A. W. Nutter

The sun slowly setting, time to rest
Praying constantly to find peace
For just one night I would be blest
Please God, put my mind at ease

Darkness feeds my apprehension
Wondering if the Succubus will appear
One night without her resurrection
To sleep unbridled from my fear

The curtains sway without a breeze
As a shadow approaches my bed
Petrified with a disabling disease
Her ice cold hand strokes my head

The clothing, she begins to remove 
From her paralyzed sexual slave
Laying transfixed unable to move
A corpse being raped in his grave

Infusing my mind with erotic scenes
Devouring my soul as I reach ecstasy
Lips eagerly swallowing my screams
Mentally destroyed by her intimacy