Succubus
A poem by
Kenneth A. Stephenson
As I waited in solitude
In the quiet of my room
The door slowly opened
And there she stood
The reason for my self exile
Her naked body
Framed in soft light
Her hair cascaded
Over her shoulders
Like a red gold waterfall
Stars dancing in the depths
Of her blue-green eyes
She called my spirit to her
And held it in her arms
I could only watch
Helpless to act
As her fingers gouged deep
And my flesh was torn
Her teeth sank ever
Into my shoulder
My very being
Flowed like a river
As my love spilled
Upon the floor
Until I was empty
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Until tomorrow,
Ken
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