The Succubus

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**The Succubus**0

(A lone voice whispers)

As entered my 
Secret White Room

Late last night

A place I constructed 
In the Great In-Between to relax

There
Low and behold 
On my black leather chair

Dressed all in white and
Laid asleep

Was
A luscious
Shimmering form

As I approached 
Its glistening seductive shape

I saw it suddenly
Shake off its
Mesmerising alabaster cape

Before I could choose to think to quickly escape

It revealed
Its true inner self

She looked so luscious from head to toe

My heart whispered that now wasn't the time to be scared or to run or go

Her raven-coloured hair
And seductive dark eyes
Whispered

Of deep and guilty
Pleasures and luscious wild places

I must be bold and audacious 

To be invited to visit

My inner thoughts sang out proudly like a seductive Barry White

Late that night 

As my flesh adamantly cried out

And demanded that I must go on

As I approached

She stirred 
Moving in her disquieting sleep

I saw a red sign covered in gold leaf butterflies imprinted on

The black studded chairs framework

It simply said

The Seductive One
Almira

Welcomes you

Trace your fingertips
Across her crimson
Red lips

If they taste sweet
Your soul 

She will tame and slowly claim 

As I gazed at
Her magnificent naked form

At a dark-haired beauty
Above all worldly
Norm

I felt adventurous
And boldly reached out

To slowly trace and follow as instructed

The contours of her
Luscious red lips

As I did so

Her warm mouth suddenly
Engulfed my shaking fingertips 

knuckle-deep as she gyrated 

So sensuously in
Her deep sleep

Feeling braver 

I ran my other shaking hand
Across her soft silky skin

And she responded by
Moaning

Like she demanded and needed more than a drop of immoral dark sin

By sucking harder and deeper

With her sharp teeth 

As they gripped my
fingertips hardening skin

Her form
 

Now moved
Undulating

Like a licentious belly-dancing Queen

Making me wonder

What would happen next
In this 

My all-time favourite lucid deep dream

At that very moment
She suddenly rose

I felt a chill in the pit of my bones

For her body emanated such sweet-smelling pheromones

I felt empowered to reach out and replace my fingertips 

With my hungry dark lips 


And when I wrapped my
strong hands around
Her so very soft hips

Strange Mediterranean-type music suddenly started playing as she whispered this

Take me now over this black leather studded chair



A place where dark
Dreams can come true



Don't you recognise
Me yet


It's me 
Your only goddess


The one you always dream of in all your unspoken prayers


Sit me on that black leather chair and kneel before me 

And eat all you need

Before I feed

And only then

After that holy moment of our souls merging 

Can we no longer
Pretend

For this 
Secret White Room

Is my lair

My White Castle floating between here and everywhere 

In this electric-filled air

Just renounced to all others right now but you

And hidden in the many folds of time

Where you can always return 

So I can feed and you can satisfy your soul's dark desires and needs


A place where I can claim you


Again and again
As just mine

Then she sat back into that 
Black leather chair

And before I took my place
I can always remember

In that silent transmutation of sexual dark energy 

In that very pivotal moment
I knew then

What all starstruck lovers 

Regardless of gender age or creed

All silently unconsciously feel


Once your tongue is allowed entrance

Into loves delicious tasting fountain


Once you've had a 
Sweet luscious taste


A drop of its heavenly
Ambrosia


Your life with any other 

Will just seem to turn into dark strands of emotional dust and seem to diminish 


To slowly blow in the uncaring four winds and eventually go to waste


It's why I always try to return to this white Room 

For she now holds total dominion over me in it


And after praying for sleep as the nighttime clocks 

Scattered all over the house, I keep

Approaches twelve
 

I just pray I dream to see her once more

To see her standing naked over me

The Goddess I now worship and pray to see 

With all that long Crow black hair

Standing and just waiting

Before sitting back down into that black leather studded chair

And demanding
I have another taste
So she can feed

In these milliseconds as I pray for deep sleep

Before I begin to kneel 

To satisfy and try to pacify all her dark desires

And unspoken needs 

In that secret White Room

I realize deep down

What all her other slaves know and hide from all others

But in silent moments alone think 

As their soul shrinks as it gets weak 

She now has power
Total power 

Total power over me 
As she feeds

Copyright John Duffy

A dash of sensuous dark energy on a windy cold night, in the low hours, in the UK. Salute.