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    <title>Succubus</title>
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     wait for your command. Alone, yet not alone. No one is with me, but you. Here, in a room in my mind, you are a voice that echoes endlessly, softly, seductively. Heard, and yet unheard--like the beating of my heart. The sound of it pulses through me. Always there, and yet I am unaware of it, unless I still myself to listen. To place my fingers on my wrist or throat, and fill its ebb and flow. So you are there, pulsing, surging, endlessly beating inside me. But unlike my heart, which I often forget and don&#039;t think of at all, my thoughts are compelled to turn to you, and I listen...listen...listen. And when I do, I feel the pulse of your voice inside me. I hear you call--call my special name as if an invocation, and I am summoned, coming forth like a demon arising in a dark mist, drifting through the night of thought,up from the depths of desire, till you, the moon, arise--my only light-- and I am drawn forth surrendering erotically to your words, yielding obsessively to your will. A succubus at your command. 
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