The Dark Heart Of Night 3: Incubus

 
I dream of you night after night, my beast,
wondering when this fever within will subside
another night of diabolical  dreams
has me writhing in an ardor that just won’t denied.    
My eyes are only for you, my knees tremble,
desire has my mouth parched and tongue swollen
from biting it from need, in my sleep, endless moaning;
all calm and peaceful rest you have stolen.

I repress my passions, hiding them,
I have no outlet and they torment me so
as they gallop agitated stirring up yearnings.
I remember the feel of your body and its strength
when you push me against the wall
and yank my wrist high above my head.
You press your body so much larger than mine
against me still rubbing yourself rigid on my spine
then your free hand you run up under my clothes
touching and kissing the skin you expose.

I struggle fiercely and fight,
the more I do the more your lust ignites
and that in turn provokes you into
tormenting me with every method you know
leaving me senseless with desire you incite.
You sniff my neck like a predator
imprinting my scent into your soul,
you can smell my heat as describe,
in graphic detail, all the things he will do
and the results you want to elicit
in spite of how much I fight.      

That type of freedom terrifies me
I have never permitted myself to let lose
to the point of no return
I live caged, a cage of my own creation,
he knows my darkest desires
and shame colours my cheeks crimson
making him laugh at my disquiet.  

My beast’s idea of seduction
is capture, abduct and render helpless
and god help me I love it, I long for it,
I am his forbidden fruit, his Eve
and he is my corruptor
the one who awakens illicit needs.

Gypsy Red 10/25/13