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Craving
Ah, Succubus, you succ-u-bus,
or might you be Incubus,
the demon who laughs
as we blame what we create?
I know this one thing --
I long to be with you.
My body craves to crawl inside you
to drink your soul as you eat my flesh,
Will you slither beneath me,
your arms bent, curled about
my neck and shoulders,
your hands grasping, fingers
tugging, tangled in my hair,
a fusion of desperation and need?
Or will you rise above me
levitating lust, salivating greed,
my legs curled about your waist,
your pulsating phallic member,
stroking ... demanding ... stroking?
There is a rumor you are merely a myth.
Yet I know your heart beat.
You gnaw at me like the fire of hell
and the Sun god's furious heat.
Wanton waif I am, I covet you.
My soul is barren -- you have consumed me.
I ache for you, inciting your deceit and lies.
From a deep dark hole inside, you bewitch me.
My lust is devoted, separated for you.
What a serpentine beauty you are!
Do I care that you are male?
If you were female would it matter?
You could be nothing at all --
Why would I be concerned?
My only discernment: You are here.
I've memorized your call.
Even if life unbearably pressed me,
I would at last take the dastardly fall,
you would not let me go.
You have attached yourself to me;
a fascinating parasite disguised.
On sleepless nights you come to me,
whispering seductively,
righteously and raspy,
"Be
still, you restless one.
You have submitted to my enticement.
You've befriended me.
I have captivated you.
I will flood your inner valley
with thick rich come.
You will never be satisfied.
I will always be the one.
I know precisely what you need,
what words to speak,
what shadows to flail about you.
I mesmerize your enchanting bud,
once innocent,
now possessed and swollen.
I circle your knot so hard,
tantalizing your beguiling clit,
with fingers sinister and slick.
My tongue teases and flicks,
reveals many a secret.
My hands, stealth with perfection,
caress you, dangerously deep
inside a ravenous place so hungry,
with your lust, all my flesh you eat.
"Will I let you
go? No.
You will succumb, fetal and helpless,
you suck of me, suck the Succubus.
Nurse the Incubus ... winding about you
a tale of sin, and dark, empty caverns.
Still you croon mindlessly with lust for me.
Ah yes, I am Succubus.
I am the Incubus."
With one word from
you,
dark shadows divide me,
come inside me,
open me wide to you.
I want you again and again,
lost with the taste, the scent,
the filling of you Succubus,
my Incubus.
You grow, you swell, you harden,
until no room is left inside
my drenched, orgasmic womb.
Sighing, moaning, uttering sounds
even demons cannot diffuse,
once more, a night I am spent.
I feel you smile inside me,
I know you will be waiting
until I beg your entrance once again.
M Wyatt
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