In the corner of the room Lies a succubus in waiting. And in her demonic womb Is an outcome of mating Human prey. Indeed, who knew? It is dawn, and she is nauseous. Hers is lesson overdue: Even demons must be cautious. She was haughty just last night! Now her feelings in a torrent: Hatred, love, confusion, spite, And her offspring is abhorrent. First, she’s clawing at her loins Followed by a meek caress. Next, her howl cry adjoins, And she’s trying to suppress Salty tears. “So human,” She submissively remarks. “Almost like a mortal woman Morning after wanton larks.” Now bound – a silver collar, Steely bracelet on her wrist. It seems meaningless to holler, Threaten, beg, demand, resist. She has learned, in this last hour, Scribbling curses in the dust, That indeed the greatest power Is the lure of human lust.