Succube - Uneven Structure

To yield to the comfort of your gravelly voices.

I’ll cure them.

Deep down you knew I made mind.

I’ll convince myself ever the idea it’s just a game, no one gets bruised.

Let’s keep it playful and stay blindfolded.

In all fairness, for you, I never meant to rely open my eyes.

Your whispering breath could have been enough of a trail if only my ears still

weren’t sealed.

Guide me.

Oh your scent!

I can finally feel their gentle caresses over my face

Sitting on your tail, you give me such a battering high.

Within your reach nothing affects me besides deceit.

Untouchable while at the lowest, abusing weakness of mind.

Overwrite the archetype.

Absolute yet guilty.

This is self-treason.

Let the gates ajar and find yourself defaced.

There’s no way back, nothing to emend.

You already fed over all I have.

Never satiated and digging even deeper, so thirsty.

I’m a dry fruit now, what more do you want from me?