Close Call

Cool moonlit evening walk, looking out on the dark water
She watches us from the depths of the loch, only interested in the upright walker
You run off into the trees, investigating something alone
I feel a certain unease, by something unknown
She surfaces with a gleam in her eye, revealing herself for the first time
Approaching me slowly and on the sly,I feel my inner lust begin to climb
She is the mistress of seduction, her body voluptuous
Here for my soul's abduction, she is the succubus
Drawn in by her lustful calling, her erotic stare I cannot break
She smiles knowing I'll soon be falling, and approaches swiftly leaving no wake
Licking my lips in anticipation of pleasure, moving toward my demise
Confident she will take me at her leisure, she watches my manhood rise
She offers her carnal embrace, trying to conceal the true horrors unspoken
Then with a startled look on her face, her spell over me is broken
As she retreats with haste and a scowl, from behind me I hear your low growl
Back into the dark waters where she abides, it is your presence from which she flees and hides
After saving me from an eternal end, I now truly know why they call you "man's best friend"