Suckubus

“Trigger warnings sexual suggestive content.”

Suckubus:

Mirror, mirror on the wall, how far will I fall, and can I take you with me?

How many generations of my kin, will have bad luck, because I was a klutz?

Is that a demon I see reflecting me, a Soulless succubus, ravishing the sweat off of men while they sleep. Depleting them, draining them dry, in a flyby sextravaganza of the outer limits kind.

A Flame, deep in my love tunnel, has been burning hot, making men melt with the slightest touch. Without the proper fire proximity suit, you’ll perish with a tinge of regret.

My canal, is now closed to adventure seekers, a Revelation, that a burning sensation has repercussions.

The dampness was Magnificent she thought, as she recalls many nights she spent in the arms of many men and some women. She was an equal opportunity sexual flavor and never felt the need to force her wants into a one size fits all box.

Then one day out of the blue, all her suitors dried up and she was alone, no matter her openness, eagerness or wanton lustful desires, she was... wantlessness

She has been reduced to a lonely cat lady. I mean the cats are lovely, caring, as caring as cats can be, but nothing beats the heat of another human heart, the sweat from another’s upper lip from a kiss, the embrace between lovers in a cuddle or the taste of mixed human essence after a lustful tryst.

It started out slow, when her Mondays becam droll, her Tuesday became drab, her Wednesdays had no happy humps, her Thursdays filled with more sad days, but she thought of course she’ll have the weekends.

Nope, Fridays became tired days, Saturday’s she’d get all dressed up to sit next to a ticking clock tic toc your parties dried up and Sundays were like sundaes in between the sheets, but now they are ghost towns, just dust in the wind between her kneees.

She thought she was taintless and dauntless, but she was wrong.

She is... Vulnerability!

William Henry Mills Jr

04-17-2019