Succubus

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 a succubus 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.