Succubae Touch

Emotions drained from veins like crimson blood
Then leave the soul to drown in poisoned mud
Old feelings of hunger, the sensual want
And cravings yearn for the succubae touch
Inscribed like ink stains in emptiness’ font
As flowing silk concealed the pain of love
With sedated thoughts refusing to feel
Her twisted blades flailing cutting it rough
Inside – broken-heart unable to heal
The heat of passion declared not enough
As gentle touches clad in carbon- steel
Absorbed the love in her vampyric clutch
The end is lost in pain’s resounding thud
And passed in a fashion most nonchalant

(Lure)_Enticing_Succubus - Shuichi Wada

© J Farmer 2013

Notes:

Prompt: Succubus

Form: Ivorian Sonnet XCV