This is sonnet composed, correctly memorised and wittily recited by Richard for our incubus / succubus session. Share the perv.

Of Hecate

“Can I do you now, sir?”,

The flirty wench inquired.

“Not much to do ’til later,

By looks you must be tired.”

So saying, off came her wired

Constraint; she cast a charm,

Beguiling his inspired

Nethers, held tight in her forearm.

Bewitched by her e’er cunning arm

Lay he prostrate, aroused.

She mounted him, now moist and firm

To take her gush aloud.

And in the morn, he blushed to see

Her tariff, added to his fee.