The Incubus Poem

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A phantom in the shadow's cloak,
A creature that can both charm and provoke.
With fiery eyes and a devil's grin,
A seductive presence, a temptation's sin.
The incubus, a cunning foe,
Who preys on hearts that long to know,
The pleasures of the flesh and more,
He whispers secrets to explore.
He haunts the dreams of the weary mind,
A nocturnal lover, one of a kind.
His touch, a burning, sensual caress,
An otherworldly, forbidden access.
He lures with promises of desire,
A tantalizing, bewitching fire.
His voice, a melody that enchants,
His embrace, a deadly dance.
But beware, for his intentions are dark,
A creature that leaves a lasting mark.
He feeds on souls, he craves their essence,
A haunting presence, devoid of innocence.
So guard your heart, your soul, your bed,
For the incubus, with a hunger, is fed.
A phantom lover, a tempting tease,
Beware his charms, for he aims to please.