The Succubus Wants You Tonight

For other uses of the word Succubus, see Succubus (disambiguation).

The following is a poem written by Chalisse Fortson.

The Succubus Wants You Tonight
by Chalisse Fortson


Form is sweet
pale skin,black hair cascading down over red lips

I call upon you tonight my man
Your body is my land for now
I want you

Heavenly bliss surrounds us
For tomorrow it will only be a dream
You can't force me out

So good to me,exhaling
Ah you fall for me
Coaxing you to me with beauty

Silly man,so adorable
Conned into anything you make me laugh
Don't trip!

So handsome,yet zero sense as all humans
I'll kiss every inch of you
In this moment and the next your are mine



Copyright © 2005 Chalisse Fortson

External Links

• The original source of this poem at The Mind Spire.org.