Incubus

Accidental late-night brushing underneath flimsy covers,
Sepia-toned ham hock thighs where thick fingers love to creep,
Body heat bridging the distance between jaded lovers,
Awaken his desire for maneuvers during her REM-phase sleep.

Harsh words over sour morning coffee soften deep into the night,
Evaporate to steamy whispers from tongue prodding in a twitching ear,
Leaving her spongy lobe slick and his throbbing cock upright,
His Delta blues breath billowing her nightgown up off a fatback rear.

Molasses-brown eyes cling to dimpled contours framing a deep vertical cleft
While the complicitous moon winks to him among a glittering constellation,
Observing a glistening hand sliding away from her heaving silhouette
As imaginary swells of violins cue up passion, the urge toward penetration.

Like an incubus riding her abruptly awake, he rams his way into her territory,
Thrusting harder as she swats arms enfolding her like a mammoth fly's wings.
Surrendering to his pistoning like a flower expanding its petals for a bee,
She relents and the honey flows, temporarily alleviating the morning's sting.