I Watched Her Succubus Through Her Key Hole Poem by James McLain

I found her diary it read in part,
I let it go at me at first.
I let myself give in to the depth and bredth of it.
But it got more and more invasive
the longer I slept and in sleep let it go.

Diary entry,
It was if the reader could feel me stretching
and it reached the point where I couldn't let it go.
I could still feel the hot breath in-between my legs.
As it continuously jabbed all ten fingers deep
inside of me.

Diary entry,
I got very little sleep today,
as I would stay up all night trying to avoid it.
I stopped getting wet through my panties
and letting myself get rocked to sleep, seduced
and it got very ticked off and intruded to deeply.

Diary entry,
it inserted itself, vaginally and analy,
I could feel it crawling out side, inside all around me.
What should I do?
Do I need to visit a priest?
Santeria?
Salt around my bed, in and around my living area?

Diary entry,
today a man tomorrow a women between the loud sucking noises
and increased problems that have arisen, because
I was at first to deathly afraid.
By allowing it to do what it now every night does.
And why I changed room's with my much younger brother.