Each Night Her Succubus Poem by James McLain

In the realm where darkness veils the night,
There exists a temptress, an enchanting sight.
A succubus, she dances with allure,
Her gaze ignites passions, mysterious and pure.

Her eyes, twin flames, flicker with desire,
Drawing souls close, setting hearts afire.
With every step, she weaves a bewitching spell,
Her presence a captivating, irresistible swell.

She roams the shadows, a creature of the night,
Feeding on desires, turning wrong to right.
Her touch, a velvet caress upon the skin,
Seducing mortals, embracing them within.

Beneath the moon's soft glow, she spreads her wings,
An ethereal beauty, as temptation sings.
Her voice, a melody, luring hearts astray,
In her embrace, the lost souls forever sway.

But beware the depths of her enchanting game,
For beneath the facade, darkness hides its flame.
She takes what she desires, leaves empty hearts behind,
A succubus, an embodiment of pleasures undefined.

Yet, perhaps, there's more to her enigmatic guise,
A longing for love, buried deep within her eyes.
A soul once pure, now lost in shadows' art,
Seeking solace in the embrace of a wounded heart.

Her succubus nature, a burden she must bear,
Caught in a dance between passion and despair.
Yearning for redemption, for a love to mend,
A chance to break free from the chains that suspend.

So, in the tapestry of night, she dances on,
A captivating succubus, forever torn.
A tragic figure, both temptress and prey,
Her story whispered in the night, but never to betray.