Hi I just finished writing this poem:
Black was the color of her long straight hair
Red was the glow of her eyes
Lust was what controlled her instincts
As the Succubus prowled the dark streets in the night
She wished for neither gold nor fame
But for the man who slept in the small house
Quietly she moved
Yet heavily she breathed
In the dim light of the full moon
Her slim and slender shape was revealed
In the semi-darkness she crawled up the walls
As the man in the room stirred
She reached the side of his bed
And the man moved a little
His eyes still closed
His mouth open
Undressing the sleeping man
The succubus breathed in his scent
Ah how handsome he was
She thought
Lust overcoming caution she reached down
And as she straddled the man he seemed to groan
Her hand caressed his muscled body
But the man only snored
As the dawn broke the man stirred once more
And she leaned forward to kiss him
The succubus turned to leave
And gave the sleeping man one final glance
