A Devil in Wolf's Clothing

The succubus
In my eye’s corner
A concubine
Tied up at home
And onlookers
Aghast
As a wax grin
In this spotlight
Drips from my jawline
Baring a hot breathed
Blood soaked muzzle

A vision somehow
Reminiscent
Of a once lover’s
Dying breath
Promising
I’d die alone
But that fat lamb
Never predicted
The toothy smile
Her caution might bring
To this visage