Succubus Bound, or: Shall I compare thee to a Shakespearean sonnet?

With lines of chalk, in blood and semen mixed,
They traced a circle, pentagram around,
A tripod standing, camera affixed,
With runes and signs, a succubus they bound
A gorgeous woman stood there in the nude
She glared with fury, gave a fearsome wail,
With cursing tongue her callous words were rude
She whipped them fiercely with her rat-like tail
The spell they’d cast commanded her to yield
At last her prowling rage gave way to need
Before each man she took a turn and kneeled
And worked until her mouth was filled with seed
She begged them all to take her up to bed
Then kept them up until they all were dead