Sleep, my entry to ecstasy, 

It never fails to succor me.

It always fills my deepest plea.

How you say? When she comes to me!

My mind is blank 'til she arrives,

A succubus for dream lived lives.

Her nipple studs give proof she thrives,

From all that sex and lust derives.

Adrift on air, she floats, she lands.

With straps of passion in her hands,

My helpless wrists she wraps in bands.

I always do as she demands.

Helplessly my body gives in,

To any form of lust or sin.

My red haired demon means to win.

I thrust my manhood deep within.

Sunk upon me, her pussy drips, 

Surrounds my hardness with its lips.

Oozing juices, her sweet cunt grips.

She twists the studs that pierce her nips.

My cock expects to shoot its seed,

As a Mistress she will succeed,

She forces me to fill her need,

I have become her toy indeed.

With groans of joy I fill her cooze,

'Til I have nothing left to lose.

Though dreams must end, my succubus,

May all my sleeping end up thus.