The Succubus and the Fallen Angel
She saw a fallen angel,
She decided,
He'll be the last flavor of this month,
He was honey and spice,
He tastes nice.
A taste from his lips,
Down to his neck,
Sensation between her thighs.
The fallen, falls again,
Not to land but to hell,
The succubus tasted like heaven but he knew that she was hell.
He loved her in secret but lust can be seen in him as well.
She was tied by her own selfish love.
He may not be the beloved but,
Oh! Good lord,
He worshipped her ways,
Kisses her legs,
Licking her toes,
And sacrificed himself.
For the love of his life,
He knew,
“this girl will be the death of me.”