Succubus

As on my bed I lie at midmost night
a creature comes to me, and none so fair,
so sprightly built, and all unblushing bare,
has e'er before so edified my sight.
So why am I afraid? "I will not bite",
she scorns, and loosing plaits of golden hair
that come cascading down upon a pair
of flawless orbs, she grins in fey delight!
Immodestly then lifts she up my sheet,
and bussing me but once upon the lip,
works further down my febrile body prone,
until her mouth opes wide as if to eat
and drooling hot comes down upon the tip...
I wake, my naked sword in hand, alone.