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INCUBUS.

My beloved incubus,
My angel of the night.
Even with your bloodied fangs,
You don't scare me the slight.
Somewhere in my twisted mind,
I dream of our meeting.
When soul and bodies entwine,
And dance to the sound of my hearts beating.

Every day, every night,
I picture the goory scene.
All the pain, all the pleasure,
Every masochists dream.
My beloved incubus,
How grand that night will be.
I am patiently awaiting,
You to come devour me.