Succubus –

waiting there, by your bed, she

contemplates your

sleeping form, inches into

the crevice

of your legs; you turn

in your sleep unaware, taken up

in a moment

of intense seizure somnambulant

she rides you like a wave, pushing

your essence

through her thighs and into her breath this

muscled demon

faith

of uncovered idolatry she plunges through

your dreams

a bleeding phantom rich in rapture

your Night

unnerved and Solaced with her lust --