I am the succubus that torments you at night, to whom you beg with every blink, to whom you obey again and again any aberrant fantasy, crawling like the worm that you are and perched on me asking me to punish you under the mantle of darkness. queen of shadows between shines of sweat and latex, I look for sinful tongues to polish my wardrobe. As the most perverse desires of the flesh bury deep in the soul, the tip of the heel of my boots will dig into your skin, excavating the pain of your vicious appetites.
