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The Vixen (adapted from The Raven by Poe)
Once upon a darkened night, I chanced upon a lovely sight.
Sprawled to my delight, with cushions splashed across the floor.
Whilst the still night was sounding, suddenly my heart was pounding,
This is the vixen gently lounging, she is my heart’s desire I am sure.
With a smile and nothing more...
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was a cool night in September,
And with each separate dying ember, the ruddy light flicked over all.
Eagerly I craved this sight, soft smooth skin, warm firelight
Vulnerable against the night, she is the prize that I adore.
With a smile and nothing more...
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I approached the vixen boldly and caressed her cheek that I adore.
Now my heart was beating fast, in a pleasure seeking trance,
As the beauty said at last, words that I remembered evermore.
“Kiss me now, I do implore”...
I hesitated, now uncertain, what was lurking behind the curtain?
A dream my mind was churning? And would she vanish evermore?
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness offered me no token,
And the only words there spoken, were the vixen’s from before.
“Kiss me now, I do implore”...
Before I could think or breathe, those scarlet lips were kissing me.
Engulfed in waves of ecstasy, a surge was felt within my core.
Those lips were soft and pliant, but this vixen was defiant.
And she could not remain silent, as she moaned and begged for more.
“Tease me; taste me, on the floor”...
She spoke those words while smiling, a smile that was beguiling.
And she gazed at me while lying, as my hands and tongue explored.
But her smile could not hide, that she ached for me inside.
Her legs she opened wide, as she moaned this from the floor.
“Ravish me, I do implore”...
My shaft sprang free beside her, her legs she opened wider.
I eased myself inside her, and she moaned louder than before.
My hardness ventured in, where t'was soft and wet within.
My head began to swim, until she commanded from the floor.
“Faster now! I do implore”...
I’m thrusting at a frantic pace, locked within a warm embrace,
The pleasure written upon her face, as she moaned louder than before.
With a final gasp, I'm done, the vixen screamed that she had come,
So we agreed when said and done, and whether for rich or poor.
To be lovers evermore...
Published 12th Feb 2016
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7th Mar 2016 4:49pm
23rd Dec 2019 5:12am
Great writing, Incubus. Dark and sexy. You can tell it was inspired by Poe actually... 😊
19th Apr 2020 10:12pm
20th Apr 2020 10:25am
Thank you.
This is an old poem, so I was surprised to receive a comment. I liked the rhythm of the Raven by Poe but I wanted to see how it worked with a different story. I am happy with how it turned out, but in re-reading this I can see a few parts that sound clunky in their execution.
This is an old poem, so I was surprised to receive a comment. I liked the rhythm of the Raven by Poe but I wanted to see how it worked with a different story. I am happy with how it turned out, but in re-reading this I can see a few parts that sound clunky in their execution.
20th Apr 2020 5:01pm
Sometimes those little imperfections are what makes something truly unique.
