Of My... Oh My...A Poem by Solilokiss
Awoke to a warm breath upon my neck
Moist the tongue that slithered by A grip so hard upon my breast Unleashed a moan to the release of a sigh Then to my thigh and to my leg Long nails streaked to find Eve nearby To the rhythmic thrust I almost begged To untie the ribbon of lust inside I opened my eyes and closed them once more So tightly, I let out a blinding scream For there before me, upon me, stood The Anti-Christ of a shadowed dream Just as he scattered me to the zenith high Both our faces, contorted, cried - For in another place just at that time An angel awoke to screaming 'Incubus, tis I!' So the moral of this story is When next my dream takes me to your side I will pull pretty faces and promise not to cry So as not to disturb the Gods asleep in the sky But lull them into a gentle lullaby Of my... Oh my... Om I... Succubi... © 2014 SolilokissReviews
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