Creating a Succubus

Today I started back to my poetry roots.  Which are stories.  Not so much a reflection of any of my emotions as it is getting stories out of my head without it taking days to complete.  I enjoy this because it's fun, quick (usually), and exercises the mind a bit.  It took an hour to produce thirty solid lines.  It's been awhile since a poem has taken me more than fifteen minutes to write.

I made myself sit down and write even though I wasn't feeling it.  Sometime you just gotta suck it up.  What started out as a poem about a woman that takes souvenirs from lovers became a morality tale about a succubus.  I figured if shes taking something from these men it should be significant.  I could have taken the easy way out and had her collecting body parts, but that didn't seem as. . . intriguing.   So I made her a succubus and put my own spin on the whole myth of these creatures.  Now, not only do I have a bitchin' poem about a soul sucking demon bitch, I have a blueprint for a short story if I so decide to expand on the character.  Win/Win.