Succubus
She lay beneath the moonbeams pure
on midnight dew kissed grass.
Nestled in the forest foliage
her beckoning eye allures.
Rhythmically writhing on the blades
her sultry sway did tantalise.
Enticing me to lust driven stupor
she summoned my submission.
Straddling one to tittilation,
mounting me she lunges forth.
My mortal flow warm on her lips
So fades the waxing moon.
Copyright © Stephen Clarke | Year Posted 2012
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