Thursday, 4 August 2016

Feast Of The Succubus...





Lured by the succulent scent of unrepentant sin

The Succubus stood before the naked figure

Sprawled, in deep repose, upon the bed.

Eyes as baleful as they were beautiful

Heavy with demonic desire

Coveted the magnificence of his shape

Whilst her glistening tones shivered with lustful intent.

Aroused by the abundant corruption of this vile soul

The Succubus smiled, flicking a moist, black tongue 

Across the ready fullness of her blood red lips

In devilish anticipation of the whorish torments yet to unfold.

The man shifted within the shadows of his slumber

Drugged by the lascivious vapours oozing 


From the creatures wanton presence

His body rippling with subtle arches of tremorous urgency


Reaching for release.


Satan's Temptress slid upon his shape with artful grace


Dark kisses drawing sustenance from every pore


Of the depraved opiate that was his fleshy essence


Whilst knowing fingers teased the rigidity of his hunger.


Rarely had she encountered a vessel 


As perversely polluted as the one which lay beneath her


Thus her passion became inflamed.


Meeting the arc of the mortal's desperate thrusts


She lowered herself onto him with fevered haste.


Writhing in wicked ecstasy as the fullness of his debauchery 


Penetrated the profanity of her being.


The Demon smothered the body's euphoric moans 


With the luscious fragrance of her song


Filling the air with a chorus of Hells rhapsodies


As, with one mighty surge, his monstrous ejaculate 


Erupted throughout her, resplendent in its malignancy.


And thus the deed was done.


Impregnated with the seeds of countless sins 


The Succubus vanished into the sulphuric ether


Deliciously satiated until such time as she must feed again.


As dawn's light brushed against the stained glass windows


Perplexed as to his weakened state


Oblivious to his nights labours


The priest leaned shakily against the pulpit


And prepared to deliver his forthcoming sermon


'The Evils of Sin'.




Poem only ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

2 comments:

  1. Shiver. Powerful stuff, Lynn!

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    1. Thanks, Val......all borne from my school-hood days back at the convent xx

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