"Incubus"
a sonnet by Antoine.
Lurking in shadows' tattered cloak, I spy
The gentle maiden, dormant in her sleep,
Sweet innocence a glimmer in her eye,
concealing lust forlorn I long to keep.
In faux-pas solitude I stalk my prey;
Befriending silence, I abandon post.
The virgin bed-sheets swiftly cast astray,
Lips, tongue, and teeth graze tender skin of host.
The taste of nape, sweet intimacy's stuff,
Another hapless victim of the dark;
I, thieving magpie, render her corrupt,
For reckless passion leaves a lasting mark.
Regret now seeping, still I play the part,
though human sorrow plagues my lovelorn heart.
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