(Poem by Sheila Renee Parker)
The clock strikes twelve, it’s finally midnight.
Valentine’s Day has arrived.
Alone in the bed I await as the minutes slowly tick by.
Every year, this day belongs to only he and I.
Myself, I willingly give to him.
And in return, he pleasures me with salacious sin.
Suddenly, the moment is here
and I feel his presence near.
Taking his time, he enters the bed down by my feet,
kissing each toe beneath my satin red sheet.
Then, with his lengthy tongue he trails up my leg
causing me to moan and slightly beg.
He continues upward with his warm lips,
pausing ever so briefly between my hips.
My body quivers and he grins.
Paralyzed by my weakness, I allow him in.
He penetrates my being with all that he is,
consumed by desire I am rendered speechless.
Together we flow, our rhythm as one.
With amorous energy our bodies hum.
His kisses are hard, deep and long
as the sensual night lingers on.
Hours later the morning sun appears
as my sweet beloved gradually disappears.
Prior to leaving, he makes it very clear
that only one night a year
there is no other,
the Incubus is the Valentine lover.
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