
An incubus descends on me
In dark of night, inside my dream
With horn of ram and outstretched wing
Insisting I give everything
Beguiled by eyes of ebony
His hands of magic touching me
We pass through curtains sheer and bright
In multilayered hues of light
I feel his breath upon my skin
And his hard body easing in
Disheveled rapture bursts mid air
The kiss of cinnabar we share
Glistening golden all around
The swirling, twirling sights and sounds
As drops of crimson gently flow
Upon my ivory bed; I know
That he has come with ferine needs
Far too great for me to please
Yet I am frail in his embrace
And I am awestruck by the face
That haunts me in my weakest hour
Ruled by all-consuming power
That feeds upon my basic need
And grows with hunger as I bleed
And grows with hunger as I bleed . . .
©Kay Salady
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Wonderful poem
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Thanks so much, Anders. xx
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You’re welcome, dear Kay. hugs
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