I usually don't have a steady flow (rhythm) in my poetry. So, I thought this would be a lovely way to get feedback.
Sweet Succubus:
The poison that feeds this being
is a necessity she cannot provide.
If only I could stop her from seeing
the shame she hides behind.
As I try to swing her lifeless body high,
she tries her very best to hold me down.
And every single ethic that I live by
is looked at with her saddest frown.
Perhaps if I were a bold young man
I could try my best to penetrate her deeply.
Into her soulless heart that took and ran
off with mine, into her serenity so quickly.
But I'm just one of many fools
caught in an ecstasy that cannot be escaped.
Until this demon from heaven can cool
Her furry with her gentle mate.
Sweet Succubus:
The poison that feeds this being
is a necessity she cannot provide.
If only I could stop her from seeing
the shame she hides behind.
As I try to swing her lifeless body high,
she tries her very best to hold me down.
And every single ethic that I live by
is looked at with her saddest frown.
Perhaps if I were a bold young man
I could try my best to penetrate her deeply.
Into her soulless heart that took and ran
off with mine, into her serenity so quickly.
But I'm just one of many fools
caught in an ecstasy that cannot be escaped.
Until this demon from heaven can cool
Her furry with her gentle mate.