Posted by Paul Wood Sometimes she comes Sometimes when she comes More often I grow aware I am thrust down Where I press with my rude thumb Talons cup me. See, where she trails her pearly spoor
on 3/19/2002, 5:20 am
Succubus
slim and white as a peeled stick,
and bubble-gum-breathed.
her tits are turrets,
and her rosy rump quivers
as she thwacks a bright boot.
of a lascivious heat uncoiling
beside me,
opulent, pendulous,
consuming, demanding.
to cunningly linger
between dazzling cliffs of thighs
in moist and musky zones.
groves of blossoming orange grow;
wells of sweet oils ooze
and somewhere close
I hear the rustle of unfolding wings.
I am delivered through those portals,
fed into that beaked and arid maw
where I am rent and torn
then, spent, cast aside.
over the moonlit slates of neighbouring roofs.
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