My Lovely Succubus

She is an Angel…I can tell by looking into her brilliant eyes…
No malice; no nefarious notions…Only the sweet softness of innocence…
My fluttering heart…I cannot speak, my voice stifled…
The tips of her white wings bestowed horripilations upon my flesh…
I cannot close my eyes for fear I would drift away upon the winds…
I labor to breathe when I feel her warm touch…
How can this be…how can such a wonderful thing exist?
I must be dreaming…has she enchanted me?
Drifting further…can you hear me?
The light is fading…can you see me?
I feel so numb…touch me so I know I am still alive.
I cry out to my Angel…please come to me…Please save me from this lurid abyss…
But, she is not an Angel…I have been deceived…
Her eyes – malevolent as blood in the moonlight…Loathsome…seditious…
I cannot open my eyes for fear I will see my Lovely Succubus…
I labor to breath… agonizing tremors confess my trepidation…
How can this be…how can such chicanery exist?
This is a nightmare…how did she ensnare me?
Drifting further…can you save me?
The light is all but gone…please call out to me...
I feel so forsaken…touch me so I know I am still alive.
I cry out to my Lovely Succubus…Please give me deliverance…
Please, release me from your contempt…
For I did not know you shared your bed with the Devil.