Incubus

Spirit
Spirit of the moonlight and fatigue
Rise from the shady shadows
Like dust from the rubble
You wander in the cadavers of silky arms
And legs
Sprinkling you potent aphrodisiacs as you go
To Fulfill your virginal craving
Descend onto me, you mist entrances me,
Lifts me into the smoke filled air
Filling me up in one wispy orgasmic gush
Cold like the Artic
Gripping, like dry ice on wet skin
You're nimble, malleable as you
Plough through me, fill me up with your deep hunger
Swallow it whole
Devour in one bite
Your willing host, your pleasurable slave
My lids are not shut as you hoist the umbilicus of the child
Whose resin oozes, lumps of mutation
You stitched yourself onto my limbs
Child of the elusive shadows