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The Succubus (the female version of the Incubus)

Ah, for your weight of many stones
that crush my heaving chest at night!
Henceforth, when darkness falls,
you must no longer perch
on my breathless chest to prey on my mind.
You tortuous succubus! I have seen you
in the disguise of Aphrodite,
young and lovely beyond all measure,
but now I know what you are:
an aged vampire, an old crone
who lusts after the affection of men,
soon to grow tired of them,
then to discard your unfortunate victims.
Now, no matter
how you might approach me
during my susceptible dream hours,
when my thoughts
dwell on forbidden, pleasurable pastimes,
I will remember you
as the falsehood you are.
I shall find refuge in the arms
of my love who always saves me.
Hallelujah.

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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How was my language use?
Last few words: 
SORRY, i HAD TROUBLE POSTING THIS AND ENDED UP EDITING. i HOPE THIS COMES THROUGH THIS TIME? JERRY
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

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Ok the first time was really funny such imagery of an aquanted couple but did you mean for us to read it 3 times? Am I missing something Jerryk? LOL

I have been called four eyes but never three. I'm confused ...

Thank you...Teddy

Lynda's new pussy is causing havoc, lol. You are confused? What about me? Totally, lol.

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I think you're playing footsie my friend, I was truly thinking I had gone mad!
Another very entertaining poem, full of fun and imagery to laugh at. Have a great day.

Thank you...Teddy

Lynda's new pussy is causing havoc, lol. You are confused? What about me? Totally, lol.

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I give up. This isn't my day and I should wipe the slate clean of all the before said. I keep on hitting the enter key, which doesn't make sense--even to me. Sorry, dear contessa. Jerry

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Fascinating poem, Jerry. I know that feeling of a weight on my chest. Long ago, a heavy cast (the old fashioned kind) was put on my arm. At night I'd unconsciously put it over my chest and would wake up screaming...LOL.
Your verses are perfect, the content brilliant and the spacing perfect. The title is the only one for this poem, methinks.
I'll return for another read. Having supper with my daughter in a while, so my mind is elsewhere. And it's still cold here, tho' we're well into Spring. High winds and some rain, which is good. I'm longing to wear lighter clothes!
Best wishes to you and Lynda, take care, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

so glad you stopped by. Oh, such sexual fantasies mankind has dreamt up! Fantasies for both genders. lol. People actually believed in that sort of thing--but the only weight on my chest was that undigested bit off last night's beef or, in your case--the old- fashioned plaster of Paris cast. Well, I hope supper with your daughter will be a success, dear friend. And a fair amount of rain would do all of us a lot of good. Take care, dear. Yours, Jerry

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