Best Succubus Poems
An evil spirit dwells just outside,
The heart of every man;
Waiting for an open door,
Been there since time began.
This spirit seeks to cause unrest;
Slow, progressive destruction,
Of everything that we hold dear,
By clever, sly seduction.
It starts out with self pity,
Perhaps some jealousy,
Then anger shows it's ugly head,
To set the travesty.
Soon all the joy is gone from life;
No good can we find.
To all God's goodness, joy and hope,
We seem to have gone blind;
Because we listen to the whispers,
Going 'round inside our head,
And if we listen to the whispers long,
Our spirit soon is dead.
Don't let anger, hurt, jealousy and holding grudges take all the beauty out of your life.
That's one of Satan's biggest and best weapons, self pity.
Count your blessings not your curses.
Well you’ve gone where the cold wind blows, and the soil is plagued with fear. Treat your wounds. Rest awhile,
the DEVIL can’t find you here. 2X
Box full of bones and the serpents they know not to cross her path.
The locusts they rise and take to the sky,
you know not the spells you cast. 2X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X
Father bless this child of sin consume her eyes and salvage her skin drape it across her mother’s face to bind and hold the tears in.
Mistress of black, I know you’ll come back with razors thirsty and clean.
This canvas of flesh Please remove your dress and (drain me of my sin)4X
Sweet misery she comes pure and fair round the witching hour.
Her smile cuts deep as I drift off to sleep.
In a box my bones will go.4X
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
A box of happiness wrapped in blue, I stand outside watching through my one way mirror.
I fight to break free from your control but I am a simple man, woman you always win.
As your body moves creating sensual notes and rhythm my resolve melts, you play my heart.
Your body pressing against me, hand in hand, smiling, I am so alone.
Nothing can save me from the dark, from my fear, from my demons, from you.
01/13/16
Line two: Battle of the sexes.
Three nights in a row, exhausted, no sleep
Catatonic state, inner demons shall creep
Dose (Was I asleep?) jerk violently awake
Heavy pressure on chest, the weight of heartbreak
Arms spread; you were nailed to the living room wall
Struck dumb; I could not heed your faint, pleading c...
***Succubus is the female form of Incubus, demons believed to torture their sleeping victims by lying on there chests
The Succubus Returns To Engorge and Bleed
(The Monster Returns To Feed)
Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.
What promise does this new day dare to bring
perhaps more of the yesterday's ache.
I feel that tug, of my nose by the sad ring
yet so many live lives that are fake!
What succubus has bled my spirit's joy away
perhaps that shadow that haunts me.
I that swore- no power over me can hold sway
now live in this eternally dark sea!
So hellish are nights this wickedness appears
as blackened timbers shake the walls.
No escaping, it thrives heartedly on my fears
as it moans out those evil siren calls!
I feel that sucking noise as blood is bled
a slight sting and then the pain.
She floats over me leeching from my head
as this feasting drives me insane!
A mocking laugh as she promises to return
to drink blood and give more hurts.
Knowing my addiction will not let me spurn
her sexy, hot naked body as she flirts!
Light filtered in through grey shadows deep
lonely rests heavy in this dank room.
Far away, dark calls me from soddened sleep
I feel strange echoes of dark gloom.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-11-2015
Note- A Halloween poem, because this month
evil invades light to dance..
1. Definitions of sodden (ed):
adjective: wet through and through; thoroughly wet
Example: "The speaker's sodden collar"
2. A succubus is a female demon or supernatural
entity in folklore (traced back to medieval legend)
that appears in dreams and takes the form of a woman
in order to seduce men, usually through sexual activity.
The male counterpart is the incubus.
I come up behind you
from the shadows,
laying my left claw
across your stomach,
the very tips
barely breaking the skin
and you gasp
as I slide
the backside of my right
down your cheek,
placing my lips
against
the back edge of your ear,
running my tongue,
delicately
down the back of it
sending a tremor
through your body.
I nip
the top of your ear
between two of my canines
hardly drawing any blood
and you flinch
into me,
pressing yourself
so tightly into my embrace
that we feel as one.
I coil my fingers
around your lower jaw
and turn your chin
away from me,
exposing
the tender skin of your neck
to my personal whims.
As I graze your moon white skin
with my fangs
you release a whimper
that sends chills
down my spine,
almost turning my knees
to water.
Sliding my left paw
down your right hip
and thigh
slowly,
my other
gripping the back of your neck
I spin you to the ground
beneath me,
press my lips to yours
softly at first
then almost viciously
as you begin to hunger
for the taste of me.
You bite my lip
splitting it
then suck on it
pulling my blood from it
and as our tongues
dance together
my mind drifts
in the euphoria
that oozes off of you
soaking into my pores.
Pushing me up
you cut into my chest
with a spike tipped finger
then sink your fangs into the wound
and begin to drink.
Throwing back my head
I savagely howl
from the pure ecstasy of it all,
shaking the very ground
we lay upon,
vibrating the moon.
You stop for a breath
and I snap my jaws
into your flesh
beginning my own feast,
biting into thigh,
hip,
belly,
breast,
and I work my way,
back down
to your inner thigh.
You tangle your claws
in my hair,
holding my head in place
and scream,
splitting the heavens.
A secular soldier's demise came from friendly fire.
Soon demons dragged him into another friendly fire.
A succubus said,” Please dream of freedom and sex,
But there is no option to leave the Hell complex.”
The Sargent felt the thermostat was set too high.
His thirsting throat rapidly became parched and dry.
Satan offered him a brew of ghost pepper juice.
Despite an urge to vomit he could not cut loose.
The Sargent asked to tour all the circles of Hell.
Satan laughed and said, “Dante had nothing to tell,
For all his fabulous prose he was never there.
And expect no Purgatory for respite care.”
Sarge said, “Dante the poet would not lie for sooth.”
Satan asked, with a pilot shark smile, “What is truth?”
“Why am I here?” the Sarge in acute anguish cried.
“For enlisting in eternity's losing side!”
How troublesome
to see the devil behind
smiling eyes
to see a shell of beauty
hiding hatred,
crouching like a cat
behind the guise of Venus.
Wonder
wanders
down paths primal
to the distant majesty of the morning star
and lucid dreams.
How vile to be lured by bashful, eternal, silence
within a blossom of such petulant power.
Jupiter may rise, be as bright as she,
may dull the glamour
but, malcontent lurks, languid…
beneath a skin of porcelain
with periwinkle orbs.
Beware her pretense
for she is unashamed … having been wronged
she is a sink whole
seeking recompense.
Date: 6/16/12
She lay beneath the moonbeams pure
on midnight dew kissed grass.
Nestled in the forest foliage
her beckoning eye allures.
Rhythmically writhing on the blades
her sultry sway did tantalise.
Enticing me to lust driven stupor
she summoned my submission.
Straddling one to tittilation,
mounting me she lunges forth.
My mortal flow warm on her lips
So fades the waxing moon.
Seduction
Spoken words and twisted deeds
Come hear the siren call
Play among the sheets
Be a wicked toy
Feel the caress of silken words
Hear the words
Watch her dance
Spoken poison
Twisted mind
Seductive sex goddess
Toy with the minds
Selfish little boys
Sunken by beauty
You got exactly what you wanted
Your death feeds till another night
kiss my neck
bite it through
watch it bleed
my love for you
suck it up
lick it clean
i watch from above
deeply in dream
and then i think
and now i scream
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
Even now you haunt me
As I am dusted by slumber
You drift to my bedside
Kissing me with soft bane lips
Enveloping me totally
In deadly gasping rapture
I raise my head from the pillow
A moment of lucidity
To rediscover your esprit beauty
Is just beyond my reach
I can almost hear your essence
Whispering sweet ardor
As that black robed hand
Pulls you wrathfully away
Tearing you from me again
You look to me over your shoulder
Feeling that kindred ache
For he is the keeper
The master of this eternity
And I am your lover
Whom you were to spend it with
I raise my head from the pillow
In the moment of truth
Hoping sleep will ease my pain
Knowing it has no remedy
Because I can’t let go of you
Even now you haunt me
You’re the succubus at the edge of my bed
that use to call at night. I was nearly dead.
You would climb on top of my creased corpse
and claim my soul through the fleshy pours
still letting off the last remaining heat of life.
You laid your naked body on mine in spite
of the fact that you had already taken
all the religion I had left for praying.
And now, in my last blurry waken days,
you still perch yourself like a bird of prey
over my bed post and laugh at the ghosts
of my past. You have some reason to boast.
You crept up while I was half asleep
and covered me with the purple sheet.