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Succubus:A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding
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Succubus:
A demoness from Hell whose sole purpose is to drain the souls of men by having sex with them while they are asleep. Also referred to as the "Temptress of the Night".
If you wake up feeling very weak, and with a painful erection, you probably made love to a succubus.
โI was dancing with an immortal august woman, who had black lilies in her hair, and her dreamy gesture seemed laden with a wisdom more profound than the darkness that is between star and star, and with a love like the love that breathed upon the waters; and as we danced on and on, the incense drifted over us and round us, covering us away as in the heart of the world, and ages seemed to pass, and tempests to awake and perish in the folds of our robes and in her heavy hair.
Suddenly I remembered that her eyelids had never quivered, and that her lilies had not dropped a black petal, or shaken from their places, and understood with a great horror that I danced with one who was more or less than human, and who was drinking up my soul as an ox drinks up a wayside pool; and I fell, and darkness passed over me.โ
โ W.B. Yeats, Rosa Alchemica
Succubus:
A demoness from Hell whose sole purpose is to drain the souls of men by having sex with them while they are asleep. Also referred to as the "Temptress of the Night".
If you wake up feeling very weak, and with a painful erection, you probably made love to a succubus.
โI was dancing with an immortal august woman, who had black lilies in her hair, and her dreamy gesture seemed laden with a wisdom more profound than the darkness that is between star and star, and with a love like the love that breathed upon the waters; and as we danced on and on, the incense drifted over us and round us, covering us away as in the heart of the world, and ages seemed to pass, and tempests to awake and perish in the folds of our robes and in her heavy hair.
Suddenly I remembered that her eyelids had never quivered, and that her lilies had not dropped a black petal, or shaken from their places, and understood with a great horror that I danced with one who was more or less than human, and who was drinking up my soul as an ox drinks up a wayside pool; and I fell, and darkness passed over me.โ
โ W.B. Yeats, Rosa Alchemica