The Succubus (This Creates Desire)A Poem by DemiHow desire between two forces can cause openings and detriments to a party. To portray this, I used a Succubus, a demon who visits men in their dreams in the form of their most beautiful desire.
Every man has his love.
Every man has his desire. Every man has a pleasure that sets his heart on fire. By nature he'd let it burn... We all embellish in perfection. But it's really our own idea versus consensus. Typically it's been maidens and princes. But there's more to the eye. A heart and soul that rage together enlightens. Other forces of the body are driven mad. But what the soul wants is ironclad. And this creates desire. When a mans lust decides to bust his attentions flare. The lady with the body. Her very essence is naughty. The man must see her to bed. He wanted her. But all he could do was sit in admiration. His heart palpatated as he sat in quiet desperation. He began to desire. She became his goal. Every thought he produced circulated from her eyes. The carnal areas of this woman was the mans paradise. His wishes had to be satisfied. Affections never go undetected. The woman the unfortunate soul desires was alpha much more than him. Her body was the temple that manufactured lust, orgasm and sin. For her he was another victim. This started desire. Hunger of nutrition and relations were not of her taste. The man had all the right stuff in every right place. Her hunger would be satisfied. The man was taken by her gaze. She did her work and took the man by his weakest heartstrings and tore his soul apart. She infected his mind and drove him wild, but she decided this time to spare nothing but his heart. She would never let suckers like this slip. She branded her sigil on his eyes. He protested but her warfare was done. He could have all the temptresses he wanted but he claimed just this one. She his Succubus. © 2013 DemiAuthor's Note
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