The Love of a Succubus

The Love of a Succubus 

by Anonymous
First published in	infohost.nmt.edu
Language	English
Lines	42

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

The Love of a Succubus is a poem written by an Anonymous writer.

The Love of a Succubus

The Love of a Succubus
By Anonymous

The unholy way
that her impish hair strand
feathered my nipple
sequestered my prodigal
heart.

For only demon eyes
can glean through the darkness
with such tricky clarity
as to rend skin apart
like so much Christmas wrap
in the hands of a child
and gut my fish belly,
placing my immortal soul in
escrow.


This domain is a perfect hell,
where breathy vows
will never see the light.
Where vampires have soft necks,
dimpled spine arches,
and that cavalier lower flesh
that denim craves to cling to.
Here, the soft stifling pressure
of her archangel's breasts
impale my Jesus side
and I choke pitch black air
at the jasmine scent of her
netherwordly fruit.
She is my pit fiend Madonna,
no other woman has ever
looked as classical
giving head.


This hellcat purrs restlessly
in my weakling's arms
to my sublime content,
until the vulcanized flesh
is torn asunder by the
reprisals of dawn,
and as her brimstone tears
wash away the last pebbles
of my manhood
I understand
lovesongs.

External Links

• The original source of this poem at Infohost.nmt.edu