Succubus Tales at Moonless Fells

Prinsuv Théyair,

Whose long, flowing hair,

Held the dust & disease of old dreams

Unleashed my despair

A siren so fair

Her lips held sin’s soft symphonies

 

And as was my plight

She sang my delight

Six streams of slow, synchronous screams

I bathed in her sight,

Oh the hues of such light

Mine eyes burned with sweet sympathies

 

As Seraphim shout,

Or Ophanim cry

Draco’s dance did dart through treacherous sky

My veins would run dry

If moonlight would miss

The lips of my lover's secret, sapphirine kiss

 

Ten tongues lick devout

Eight emerald eyes

‘neath ruby skies she drips gold from her thighs

Her thrust never lies

Blood sacrifice bliss

Sacred silver sweat falls, praise her amethyst hiss

 

Oh, and at her feet I would lick,

As does flame unto wick

Toes as fine wine, divine

(And how the bottle goes quick)

Pheromones thick, I felt the feast in her eyes

Fairer moans pick the deeper feelings inside

 

Hex me unto stone

Or strip my flesh from its bone

If her scent I could not define.

Of highest sin to atone

Is to forget such a moan,

Or the taste of such fine fruit divine