For today’s post on the Tale, I am going to share a Succubi Sonnet that James wrote for me several months ago..
<huggles for James>
A Succubi Sonnet
She is a being of mischief and mirth,
smiling impishly and suggestively,
under those horns is her true, boundless worth,
in the talent she guards so furtively;
calling hither with Tail, so sinuous,
all a game to keep us from noticing
creativity quite continuous
with the wisdom she’s veiling, dismissing,
until she admits to herself the grace
that some luckys have always seen and known.
Borne of sweaters, jeans, hot choc, smiling face
is her art, matched by her kindness alone.
Is this a demon? May the Realm forfend!
Cozy, crafty, this Succubi is friend.