Succubus
What dreams may come
Invisible finger the hand of fateFinds you and lingers to agitateFrom without to within that whispered smileCaressing your soul... at least for a while.Passion building so hard to controlAn aphrodisiac for your soulSkin is tingling... a feathery touchYearning, wanting, needing so much.Waking your body with carnal desirePlaying your mind, stoking the fireIncredible feeling... swallowed by lustAshes to ashes, dust to dust.T...