“Succubus…The Cure”

Feeling like I need a fix,

Heart ain’t broken, but I’m hoping for a momentary glitch

Actions contradict what I think /

Addicted to her kiss,

Fiendin’, seems like I’m leaning towards the abyss /

Looking forward to instant bliss,

Even if for a brief moment I’d take the risk /

She frees my endorphins, instigates a metamorphosis /

She has a morbid sense of humor, twisted like a contortionist /

The intercourse is priceless /

Attracted to any crisis /

The type to leave you stranded without reason /

Yet I’d Travel from the Pacific to the Atlantic in any season /

No tease, straight to the point,

No need for cheese to get to the cow’s tenderloin /

She doesn’t indulge in compliments or coin /

Exchange ideas, she makes you feel wise /

You better get them copyrighted before the ink dries /

Wicked adventures,

Waking up twisted as pretzels /

This one you cannot stencil /

She’s gone in a second like poof,

A witch with no broom /

It’s too late once her elixir’s consumed /

No anecdote,

The best that you can hope for is doom /

She just wants enough to quench the thirst /

She preys on the weak that seek to get purged /

I am told I am different, I am of significance /

But the moment I show self-discipline, I am no longer sufficient /

She prefers to wreak havoc on those that won’t regain innocence /

Am I free to come and go as I please? /

While you spread your plague I contemplate retreat /

I may not be here when you return,

I’ve found the cure for this disease /