Center of Night
I awoke during the center of last night.
I had been dreaming of you.
I was erect from the glory of your nakedness in my dream.
I recalled your enchanting image and I seared it across my mind.
I gripped the throbbing flesh of me firmly in my hand.
I stroked slowly, at first, pretending entrance into the heat of your flowing core.
Imagining your breath and movements thickened and stretched me.
I reached the pinnacle of sensation and my seed spewed from the top.
Washed and sated, I returned to a deep and dreamless sleep.
This morning, I smiled from lingering thoughts of you.
Throughout today I visualized you, and imagined your touch.
I am in my bed, waiting to see you presently in my dreams.
Will you come to me in the center of tonight, and be again my succubus?
I had been dreaming of you.
I was erect from the glory of your nakedness in my dream.
I recalled your enchanting image and I seared it across my mind.
I gripped the throbbing flesh of me firmly in my hand.
I stroked slowly, at first, pretending entrance into the heat of your flowing core.
Imagining your breath and movements thickened and stretched me.
I reached the pinnacle of sensation and my seed spewed from the top.
Washed and sated, I returned to a deep and dreamless sleep.
This morning, I smiled from lingering thoughts of you.
Throughout today I visualized you, and imagined your touch.
I am in my bed, waiting to see you presently in my dreams.
Will you come to me in the center of tonight, and be again my succubus?
posted by Erik Ivan James | 8:42 AM
7 Comments:
I do believe that the old 19th century succubus was a ghost that lived under your bed and kinda sucked you down, all your energies.
You probably have a more modern definition.
Ah we men.
Stroking ourselves, thinking of past conquests.
Under the full influence of today's full moon, I think of something we had put into our old college's student handbook.
Under the name Meoff, we had listed Jack, and his address was
69, Jarvis Street, Toronto.
Ivan
You really should pursue the erotica market, Erik.
Well, Bernita, I won't lie to you and say that I haven't thought about it a time or two. Not very seriously though.
Oh dear...oh my!
That's an erotic poem and a half! :-)
December,
I take your words as the highest of compliment...you being a an excellent and published erotic romance writer. I thank you! ~Erik
Ah, the succubus. Scary but somehow compelling. Maybe things we think are real are not but somehow pull us in. Always compelling, Erik.
Donnetta
Good comment, Donnetta Lee. Life's tasks have taught me to be a believer in the power of positive thought. In other words, if we have the ability to "imagine it", we also have the ability to make it become real.
A beautiful succubus is compelling indeed.
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