Succubus
Eyes burning as feverish hollow pits.
Aching days in restless waking dreams -
Wine cups to hand. Enduring - awaiting
The coming of night’s sweet surcease.
When dissolving from shadow’s embrace,
Sin slides on silent naked feet.
Wild raven hair and Alabaster skin,
To whisper unhallowed release.
Beguiling, smiles in lusting dark -
Stretching out her hand she gently cups
The trembling, frantic face to hers,
Enraptured in her darkness.
Flickering soul pits helpless ‘gainst
Eyes flashing with delicious hunger.
Expires in ecstatic envelopment -
Succumbs to the Succubus kiss.
Copyright, Gordon A. MacIntyre, October 2008
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