Succubus
Legend of folklore
The potent thorn off the vine
Enchantress of seducing sexuality, hiding her true anima
A demon queen making you frightened, she is wicked
Lurking in the haunting darkness
She is nameless but so beautiful
Turning dreams to fear
Lying naked on her blossoming bed
Dwelling in hellified penetration
Succubus, Lilith of light
In the akin entering carvined ice, spreading the seed
This is are relationship in which I've made a sacrifice
She makes my body paralyzed
Unable to break free of it but it's what I have to do
Will I pay the price
She gives me what I want
I give her what I need
Controlling me
Tasting the vile sporn for her amusement
Till I'm reduced to a puppet screaming
Going down in flames to a wench
The sicking stiring
Signing on the dotted line
Making a deal in my own blood
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