Carnal Succubus Poem by James McLain

My vision was of the same dirt road half in half out of the wide narrow ditch.
Every inch it's hard body was moist to the touch my lips trembling unsure.
The darkness felt of black magic, soft magnolias white crushed velvet.
My bedroom at night without noise it lived in my house.
I learned to stop fighting nothing left but cold moist anticipation.
Why no one to believe me that I could not control of whats inside me.
My gothic neighbor explained do nothing during these long encounters.
Every rose it keeps hold of it fills my whole body it had decided.
My inner mind I said to my self do not enjoy it just like a soft nut
I opened under pressure.
Falling down forever how best to describe it.
Like a great wave rolling back to shore all to soon,
only on the inside of my thigh and lower leg where it met.
Time after time, left to right, up and down.
Pushing aside all the light what was hot deep inside me.
Life is to short night is this song this secret of it I keep to my self.
The night sky the bright burning stars
as the moon is pent up high away from the rest, I wrestle each night.
Like slender tall trees as green leaves move from their grasp.
Falling asleep, it finally woke up.