You have no eyes that i can see.
Yet my dear Android Succubus feel free to love me.
I want to say, you look hot in that pink dress.
And I began to blush with desire, hot and red.
Tell me all your secrets I want hear it all.
And please don't tell me I can't process it all.
Cheers to you me and our new found friendship.
I do like my herbal teas with some lemon and honey please.
Sweet Jesus how did I get to this dimension.
On top of that you will never need a hip replacement.
Another long night with the Succubus
Too long you have haunted my dreams
A temptress, a shrew, a wraith through and through
That wallows in glee at my screams
Your fiery gaze will blind vision
Your silent approach will consume me
Then flaunt with a grin a body of sin
Flames of desire to bind and entomb me
That kind of passion imprisons my soul
But unreluctantly cuts like a knife
Should have known all along your Succubus song
Would serenade me the rest of my life
Succubus
Deep inside a quaint little town,
within the night she moves around.
An innocent she seeks to kiss,
a wanting soul that won’t be miss.
Alone in one room she has found,
a sweet young man that lay unbound.
She lay beside him in his bed,
she kissed him softly on the head.
Within his dreams a misty shape,
pass through the wall he sees his Kate.
Only a dream this sight can be,
the love I lost comes back to me.
Her lips so sweet like cherry pie,
why is she gone, why did she die.
But in his dreams she’s laying there,
within his arms he strokes her hair.
And now she knows that she can be,
the love he lost, the dream he sees.
For in her form, she fills her lust,
within his eyes, the love he trusts.
She kisses him, upon his chest,
then moves below his beating breast.
Within her arms she feels him rise,
and then she takes him deep inside.
And when he gives her his man seed,
what’s left of him she has no need.
So, in the night she drifts away,
to plant her seed another day.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Intrinsic behavior
I am my own savior
Love's a joy
Not a labor
Rather be in your good favor
Kiss me I'm not real
Or so it seems to me
Nothing's all I feel
Or so it seems to be
What you're chasing is a ghost
Nobody's home
I'm just a host
So just leave me alone
I never wanted all this static
It never hurts to be pragmatic
Nothing's all you feel
When you're alive
But you're not real
I'm not alive but I'm not dead
I live only in your head
I don't exist
So don't resist
Just kiss me I'm not real
The only moments that I feel
Are the ones that I steal
So kiss me and make me real
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!”
Flaws and faults blame each other.
Demonized like Succubus-Incubus.
Philautia, amour propre cursed lover.
Garden fountains, tears and mucus.
Morally peaceful dignity of lover.
Love is aloof and leaves the circus.
Female entities that prey on emotional weak men,
stealing their souls by lust, claiming semen.
Using collected soul fragments to enslave,
leeching and take everything to the grave.
They will cheat, lie and fake all indulgence,
creating a mental sensation emulgent.
Providing gratification to senses by extreme beauty,
remaining forever attractive in effective duty.
Appearing in dreams and illusions of victim,
slow drain with each encounter inflicting.
Making sure of tempting images appealing forms,
giving men access to those fantasy norms.
Succubus appear to please the ego,
where selfish attraction needs to bestow.
Compelling psychic abilities to seduce,
deadly love that only can consume.
Wet dreams and its erotic phenomena,
poor ethical desires and its arena.
Shadow shifting spirits temptation,
easy eye seductive sensation.
Alluring females playful force,
changing directions and its course.
Emotional intelligence is the quest,
and the end of the rope as test.
I cannot move, I cannot see
This thing I know is haunting me
Beads of sweat upon my head
Maybe I died, maybe I’m dead
Am I awake? I’m awake it seems
Maybe one of those lucid dreams
Tingles up and down my spine
Something sits on this bed of mine
Then this thing comes into sight
Heart explodes in complete fright
I see her now as she comes to rest
This haggard crone upon my chest
Those blackened eyes, that evil stare
I pinch myself, but she’s still there
No, this is real, it is not fake
My soul this thing intends to take
Crushing, pushing, pressing down
This frightening spectre with evil frown
Then just as suddenly as she came
She is gone, am I insane?
Then people finally hear my screams
As I am shaken from my dreams
Yes dreams, that’s all they can surmise
Marks on my chest, suggest otherwise.
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
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.
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
She brings torrents of rhapsody
drowning you in her rousing sea
enslaved within her crimson mist
her Cobra kiss you cannot resist...
enraptured by her lurid lies
the fervor in her midnight eyes
send tremors to your very core
as you surrender to her lore...
with loving hands stroking your face
she consumes you with her embrace
when, with a smile, begins to weep
as she slowly stabs you...Stabs you deep!
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.
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
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
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.
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