Succubus

Licking at their exposed throats,

She takes them when they sleep.

When they're at their most vulnerable

And easy upon which to feast.
They do not feel her at all,

They lie completely unaware

Of her thighs either side of their torso,

Her fingers combing their body hair.

No.

When they are in slumber

And you can hear the ticks from the old clocks,

They do not consciously feel her

As she fills her mouth with their hardening cocks.

She comes to them in day-visions,

Their thoughts,

Fantasies,

Their night-dreams.

She leaves them unmarked,

After slowly caressing their scars,

And easing them apart at their seams.

But

It's said that Karma is a bitch.

However

Ask a Succubus, she'll reply

That torture is a self-inflicted

Unscratchable itch.

As she digs her fingertips into their eyes.

Her fingertips imbue upon them

An invisibly indelible stain.

It will not be removed.

No matter how it's picked at,

How it's scrubbed,

It will forever remain.

The Succubus' cruel joke,

Gifting them this eternal irritant.

As she recalls their skin under her nails

When they were lost in her tight, wet cunt.

In waking life,

Sometimes,

They think they feel the merest of her touch.

Because having had them inside her,

She possesses their minds,

This quiet Succubus.

Recognising

Not singularities 

So...Many...Similarities... 

These animal bodies

Housing male entities

That seek to devour

Femininity.

She can haunt them.

In their sleep.

In their day-visions,

Night-dreams and fantasies.

For every 'mutt',

For every 'fuck boi'

The Succubus devours three.

When they are unaware.

When they are distracted.

Vulnerable.

Implanting within them that

Delicious seed,

Equally satisfying

And painful.

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