Memories of succubus

I awoke one day in a sort of way

That kindve feeling I can't explain

I was drained no doubt no less

The stain on my garment confirmed with evidence

My sudden feeling of helplessness

Visited by a vampiress a temptress from some hidden place

In this dream I could see with clarity the terrible unfolding

And subjugation of my spirituality

But alas I was helpless and as her voluptuous flesh builded momentum

I lay in rapture in a venomous pleasure riding the wave of her heavenly hips

I signed my covnent with Satan for desire such as this

Men's hearts choose eternal damnation

And in that moment I became her I was her

A chemical wedding a wild primal union not yet known in waking life

It would never end this rapture this glorious transcending

For I was  accending like a fallen Angel returning with every breath

With every digestion of her wails of passion

I was thus baptized more and more into dark hot rooms of pitch and sulfer

And alas I awoke 

From what seemed an eternity 

Thus Broken self stolen

My life lost in memories of succubus

A poem by 

Liam Herdman