The Succubus Poem

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The Succubus

A temptress born of midnight's lure,
With sultry gaze and allure pure.
A creature of seduction's art,
She steals the soul and breaks the heart.
Her form bewitching, a sensual sight,
She haunts your dreams, your thoughts at night.
Her lips like poison, her touch like fire,
She stirs desire, a dark desire.
She preys upon the longing heart,
Her whispers, like a deadly dart.
Her beauty masks her devil's soul,
As she consumes, she takes her toll.
A succubus, a creature rare,
Her presence fills the air with flair.
Her eyes that burn with a smoldering flame,
A deadly beauty, an infernal game.
Beware her charms, her wicked ways,
For she will trap you in her gaze.
Her seduction, a siren's call,
She'll leave you breathless, enthralled.
But heed this warning, if you dare,
Beware the succubus' snare.
For her embrace may feel divine,
But her love is a perilous shrine.