accursed dream! you night-spawned mare

accursed dream! you night-spawned mare
you stir my loins, confounding rest
bewitching me with fragrant air

your wanton ways, how do you dare?
my heart is pure, I’ll pass your test
accursed dream! you night-spawned mare

and yet, to see your body bare!
voluptuous, with beauty blest
bewitching me with fragrant air

to run my fingers through your hair
to lay my head upon your chest
accursed dream! you night-spawned mare

I long to kiss you – everywhere –
and climb each breast to tasty crest
bewitching me with fragrant air

’til on my knees I’d worship there
that sacred spring I love the best
accursed dream! you night-spawned mare
bewitching me with fragrant air

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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3 Responses to accursed dream! you night-spawned mare

  1. I like it. The only thing that throws me off is the word mare. This poem is not dedicated to a horse, is it? 😉

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