My Succubus

My Succubus

She’s got the most perfect eyes,

Tells the best lies.

She’s always at it,

Puzzling my mind like a jigsaw.


She’s the codeine,

Slows my system down.

She’s the ganja in my rizzla,

Puts me on another level of high.


The feelings of being insecure

Crosses my mind

Ev’rytime I think of her

I will go at whatever pace

To which she dictates.


She’s the succubus

That drains my energy

She sends chills

Down my spine.


I feel numb

Can’t feel

And can’t move

When she’s not there.


I am addicted to her

For she’s the answer

To all that life asks.

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