Shannon Crocus (My Succubus 8)

VIII.

For the meddling of
my hidden succubus,
by my late teens I knew,
starkly, without doubt,
that hell-fire were mine,
damned were my soul
    for it's sickness.

Shannon, my demon,
having preyed upon my
life's threaded fate and
ensuring I'd rise among
sinners a cursed man,
knew victorious evil as
    I begged my God;

I've broken his laws,
disobeyed his scripture,
felt rare pleasure no teen
should morally pursue,
and still, I felt his eye,
merely observing but
    refusing to intervene.

I've felt my cousin's
tongue taste my shaft,
my mouth had delved
into the sweet scent of
her forbidden thighs,
and further yet would I
    explore with my sis.

Still, I'd plea, I'd pray,
"Dear God, if you're here,
watching my sin, my lust,
know I cannot deny it,
I've no strength to fight;
lord, instead, I would ask,
    allow me this sin,"

A pleasure-plagued soul,
begging of his silent God,
"I want more, I need more,
my drive wishes to feel,
just once, her thighs upon
my own, her virginity and
    mine, spent together."

Repeating this pathetic,
morally abominable plea,
days and nights continued
to find my sister and me,
undisturbed by others,
enjoying the breach of
    common morals.

Always shy of my wish,
convincing myself these
were merely steps closer,
divinely blessed patience
moving our lives towards
a fulfillment of prayer;
    and so, we'd flirt;

Unspoken beyond our
closed bedroom doors,
where we're comfortable,
trusting and exploratory;
still, somehow neither her
nor my wanton self dares
    to go further in sin;

Exhausted imploring God,
for still I reach pleasure
with no divine blessing or
heavenly compelling urge
to have our virginity gifted
unto each other, as is surely
    our deepest comfort;

Anger at God, at myself;
could he grant a sign, or
a confidence of speech, to
just ask of my sister such
a wish, to seek her heart's
consent of our relationship;
    such madness is mine.

Alone, in darkened mood,
frustrated for want of more,
I abandon my God for Hell,
turning my plea to Lucifer,
daring to pray to evil as my
pastor's warned against;
    I speak thusly...

"Lucifer, Satan, hear me,
God has granted not, nor
punished, nor spoken deep
as my fellow believers claim,
a favor or denial of my want,
my greatest desire in life,"
    I'd bargain thusly...

"Bless me with this wish,
that I may bestow myself,
my virginity, upon her, that
she may bestow hers alike,
that I might feel her flesh
enjoy the thrust of mine,
    for this, I'll worship thee."

Shannon, hearing my words,
baring the Devil's blessing;
Lucifer's gripping my fate
shining his unholy fire
on the path whereupon
my wayward bargain would
    find it's sweet success.

Shannon, by my ignorance,
would finally have her power,
a temple of human flesh,
means to move in our world
and escape the shadows
that had her merely stalking
    and toying with my life.