Succubus

Oh, how she calls to me
from my safe slumber
whispering the things she knows to say
whispering the things I like to hear.
Her touch tempts me
Her lilting song drags me under
head over heels
seduced to the poetry of her curves
as she plays me like a flute
as my body betrays me
Her lips, my skin
Was there ever any other choice
but to give in?

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