Succubus, Muse
By craig2
I have not written as one banished, amnesiaed by the promise of a letter to a one-night stand, but writhing in insomnia with dull subconscious lust. Zigzagged, diverted like one from a lover [the aberration, the mistress] years of wandering, falling from your fever- frozen perverted trance- waiting for the sweat, the dew to form on my lips the dawn to capture my loins thrust me back to the flush dead of night woods by the bonfire. I succumb to your pungent imagery. Your wetness. Your non-chalance. Your flesh as mouth and tutor. Written November 26th, 2001 © on Jan 13 2002 09:36 PM PST 0 • 14
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"I have not written..."