He is my muse
He is my inspiration
He is my captor
He is my imagination

Overpowered by his mystique
He draws me into his nocturnal palace
To embrace with him in lurid love
And prove his strength as succubus

I am his willing servant
I am his concubine
I am his partisan
I am his, as he is mine

Readily, with desires to concede
I follow in his obscurity
To embrace with him in lurid love
And know his primacy repeatedly

His strength is silent
His despotism absolute
His power is unyielding
His latitude dilute

Mania inflames the impulsive whims within
While passion urges the bloodless bite
To embrace with him in lurid love
And quench the whetted appetite

My heart to him belongs
My surrender to him complete
My soul is satisfied
My need for him replete