Succubus
Changing into the catacombs of your desire
I have sequestered my prodigal heart in an unholy way
To have your seed at my will
Placing my immortal soul in escrow
As the stifling pressure of my archangel's breasts
Impale your side
you to succumb to me
like the myriad of men have before you
You will choke pitch black air
at the jasmine scent of my breath as it fills your being
.
I will cackle at the hilarity of your pitiful maleness
Until your vulcanized flesh is torn asunder by the
.
reprisals of the dawn of your new hell














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I shouldn't laugh but there's no such thing as coincidence, right?
















Much luck.















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