The Demon Mistress of last night's horror, Dreams away in sacred little fancies; And sick the morning after to abhor, Now that she has cast her necromancies.
The dark last night was one of restless sleep, In the shadowland 'tween wake and slumber; T'was dragged to sink in Morpheus' deep, Arms there to forget and not remember.
She's a woman - (though I've not seen her face); As floating gently, in seas quite fathomless, I'm then roused a little by her unquiet grace;- To be plunged into an ocean bottomless.
My life force and my energy desire; Is taken by this ghastly Succubus, She mounts me in my sleep - my rod of fire, Thrusts upward, and into her nothingness.
She wants it all, to drain my energy; The rhythm of her hips now grows more frantic, I'm helpless to resist too young to die; She stops me at my peak in taunting tantric.
I start awake now drenched in sweat and shaking; I hear a she-cat shriek in piteous cry, Mewling at the midnight moon and taking, Weak souls to their dreadful destiny.
morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeJun 19, 2019
Lcbl no body believes me when I said I had one on top of me one night while I was taking a 1 hour break from work ... It was grinding my groin like a cowgirl ..not heavy ..like a balloon for 10 mins ..what saved me from seeing it was my handkerchief covering my eyes
lovecanberealOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaJun 20, 2019
lovecanberealOPSydney, New South Wales AustraliaJun 21, 2019
A guy poem? Maybe, Kathy; although I do believe bad spirits (both male and female) exist, and can haunt us from time to time. Anyway, be that as it may, thank you for the comment.
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Kathy