17 of May 2007
Your own Incubus
I watch you with a great emotion as you sleep
Imagery of my hands touching your impassioned flesh
Your mind, your soul, your body is mine to keep
Each talented movement is new afresh
Your body arches to my wet heat
Holding back so that you’re reduced to pleading
Beneath I is a socked and tainted sheet
Each thrust is harder though not the cause for the bleeding
The power I achieve as this goes on is hell-bent
Nothing like your body that was innocent and pure
A single tongue against untouched skin is torment
My pleasure is something you’ll assure
There is no asking for ending or more
No kneed all I covet is that damned moan
This is what you wanted pleas and cries ignored
This demon is Incubus your own.
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Submission Name: Your own Incubus
