Succubus
Lust is one of the
Seven deadly sins
And I don’t know
If you are the sin
Or the deadly
Right now it doesn’t matter
I would let you sink
Teeth so damn deep
You feast on my flesh
Dine in my demise
Bind me inescapable &
Scratch your name on my soul
Until I beg you to let me
Drink your poison
Directly from the source
Your Bad feels the way
Good wished it could
When dancing with the Devil
The bed become a hell
Teasing moans the spell
Nothing else cures this
Craving except the heat
Of your pleasure on my skin
Wanton, if your flame can kill
Then Death is worth the feel
Bound
Tightly wrapped a cocoon
There is no release for this butterfly
The ropes constrict like a boa
Squeezing my chest and thighs
The more I struggle the tighter
The vice like jaws sink into
My naked flesh
Control is out of my hands now
I am at the mercy of my fate
Rather, the whim of my Sir
I feel the warmth in me stirring
And the heat begins to radiate
From my exposed skin
I try to control my breathing
As taut muscles strain
It is not painful just a dull ache
In my arms forced backward
Why would I give up my power
And let this man tie me like a
Tenderloin going on the fire
The feast for his fetish
Perhaps I long to be eaten
Crave the freedom to be meat
And his wolf scowl reminds
Me he would be happy
To devour all my tasty bits
He has easy access to everything
There is no way for me to stop him
From doing as he wishes with my body
And I don’t know that I would stop him
I really want to let it happen
For him to ravage this figure
Suculate the satisfaction out of me
To force my form to feel places
I could never reach on my own
I sense my sex beginning to throb
To the beat of my heart
He wants me to break
Have me submit to his torturous rope ties
To ask him for what I really want
Any part of him exploring inside
Whichever damp tunnel he chooses
When he places a blindfold over my eyes
The epidermis becomes more responsive
Senses stimulated, I hear my breathing shallow
And feel his lustful eyes watching
The bed more of a serving dish
Displaying the banquet he’s made of my body
Nothing left to do but to wait
What will he use to further toy
With my vulnerability, the feather
Or the cane, the pleasure or pain
One a slow simmering tease
That can drive a Sub mad in
Wanton desire to erupt
The other a keepsake that thuds
On soft tissue and pulls them
Out of the ethereal and into the physical
The rush from fantasy to kinky reality
Into the searing sensation that heat burns
And diving in to passions flame
Head first, often leaves marks
I wonder can he smell my need
The way I can taste it in the air
I want it all, to be sacrificed
Forgotten, forgiven lost, found
All during this experience of being bound
I wiggle and skootch, inching across the bed
Like am over fed caterpillar
With nowhere to go
Dangling wildly open off a leaf like a meal
Waiting for a raptor to rapture this soul
Ponytail offers an easy handle to grip
Butt cheeks available for a firm hand
To turn chili pepper and eyes onions
Perk nipples perched high
In perfectly pinchable position
Today he doesn’t use me
To satisfy his need
Today he conditions me
To need his satisfaction
Between the smooth silk
He paints across my skin
Or the feather that inks
Insatiable desire upon my
Most private places
He makes martyr of my matter
His final tempestuous tool is the buzzing
Vibrator that crescendos off my clit
Every time he makes contact with it
Longer and longer he presses the tip
As I climb higher and higher
To the top of the mountain
But like a mirage the closer I get to peaking
The further away he pulls my arrival
Until I am a blubbering incoherent mess
Who would say anything, do anything
To finally find ecstasy
I beg and moan, whimper and cry
His dominion over me fully displayed
I can’t take any more, I plead for his mercy
I’m yours, I beg everything, all of me yours
PLEASE let me cum Sir
Then nothing, a coffins silence
As if he disappears from existence
He’s won, orchestrated a symphony
Of pleasure on this body that has
Never existed before, and left me
A denied instrument of sexual potential
I rode the edge of death and resurrection
A ball of energy with nowhere to escape
A nuclear blast waiting to explode
And rain down irradiate drops of bliss
But instead that bomb sits inside me
The fuse a protracted burn
A constant strum until he allows me
The release I crave at the tips of his fingers
He has bound me in more ways
Than I’ve ever thought possible
James Coats is an author, poet and spoken word artist from Southern California. With a passion for all things creative he strives to capture authentic self-expression through his work. His favorite poetic themes to write about are love and romance because of its diverse yet connecting experiences. You can find him attending open mic throughout California and now on Zoom or sharing his work through is Instagram @MrLovingWords.