Succubus

[font=Sylfaen]Dimples in the bed reform
where you laid moments before, I found myself waiting
for the hallway light to blink shut.  
You left me wanting more and came back with
less, your skin sand-washed and adorned with wrist scars.
Through every diversion she had, her alluring breasts or the
faint glisten of light from her legs, I kept track of her eyes -
glassy, reflecting the moon outside our window.
 
There was no room for words in our choreography, just bodies  
entwined, grinding sweat into steam and sucking the
sweet moans from each other's lips. She pushed me off and
crested me, bringing her gap down over my throbbing lust.
Dripping lips took me inside - tightened around my length - I  
speared her from underneath to rhythm of her cries.
Like some conqueror of bedroom warfare, she rode
my shaft to the absolute limit, dismounting just as
flashes in my vision began to accompany the sensual pulses
wracking my body.
 
She's in league with the devil, serpent's tongue twisted and
snaked down my neck and chest, hands caressing what was left of
my restraint. Her strokes brought me right to the edge until I  
could do no more than grip the sheets - rushed with convulsions  
as she worked her magic on me. Wave after wave of orgasmic  
release milked me for all I had. We collapsed in unison, caked in  
sweat and seed, and I took her hand in a promise to make us even.