If A Siren Loved A Succubus... Poem by Dakota Ellerton

It was a sight, pure eyes would feast upon.
A creature so tainted, had vines wrapped around her heart.
Fleshy thorns, piercing her skin.
A Succubus, if I may,
had fallen in love.
She was a lost Siren.
The Succubus had fallen for this womans beautiful song,
and willingly crossed the border.
Preparing to perish,
the Siren, had surrendered to love.
A Succubus and a Siren,
commiting such a sinful act,
was unheard of.
Lust and desire, love,
possessed both women.
The Siren, being the natural temptress she was,
lured the Succubus in with her purity.
It couldn't be just sex,
no orgasm could replace the feelings they'd flamed for one another.
Together, they layed.
In each others arms,
They embraced a choice as one.
This they could not change once done.
A Siren had a useful tongue,
for more then her alluring melodies.
A Succubus had useful experience,
from previous temptations.
The ideas they'd birthed,
were extreme, radical.
Love is a type of simple insanity,
the non-commitable kind.
Breast to breast,
legs drapped over the others,
they were tangled now.
It's a sight my eyes had fallen upon,
and sent impure thoughts through my mind.
Sensations through my body,
desires in my heart.
If a Siren, could trust a Succubus,
love isn't unthinkable,
but merely, a compromise.
An agreement of trust,
placing a vulnerable organ in the hands of another,
dangerous, but exciting.