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THE INCUBUS, THAT NIGHT BECAME

 
Temptress
You would envy me, my solitude
And deny me the same
Your lust unfolded in the death of love
And vengeance you would claim
As I would claim
In the sheets we murdered his pride
I recall the pull of addiction
Snuffed by your provocation
As I dived back into you instead
Fucked you until day was dead
And never regret the reason why
You forgot him like a dream
Like some idle fantasy
Of a yesterday that never occurred
Or a tomorrow that never was birthed
Your legs quivering over my back
Senses slipping
Fallen back into ecstasy
Spasmodic and pure
My thrust became idolatry
Slithering between all crevices
From my forehead to your breast
Was dripping sweat, like tears of bereavement
Where my fruit was conceived
So bereaved was the seed
I turned you over again
Wherein my eyes, you saw yourself
Without grief or guilt
Such is the nature of disdain
And there was nothing else in these eyes
Like primal devotion to a need
Purified your boiling blood
Your screams from underneath me
Never heard by a single thing
Yet you asked me,
‘stay with me’
I could not absolve
You fell asleep in my arms, I could not
Another creature’s breath was foreign
Hands tracing my chest
All foreign, solitude I now yearned for
Always beckoning me to return to the void
You asked me,
‘be with me’
And I could not say yes
While passion is indeed alive
And lust would ever thrive
But my heart is dead
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