Succubus

To the man that loves me, this is all that you see. I refuse you, now formally.

Porcelain skin and vivacious curves

Eyes like crystals: Your master, your bane, your dominater

A seductive beast that tugs at the animalistic instincts

Buried in the hallways of your brain

Tied to my will should you try to escape; Though you wont

For the spell has been cast.