SUBMISSION PROGRESSION THREE
Helpless as I am
And deprived of lovin'
I often dream of an evil coven
Like Dracula’s many vampiresses
But these more subtle succubae
That cohere about me late at night
Clad in only their unkempt tresses
Are interested in both more and less
Than the usual Gothic bloody mess
Drawn by the exceedingly desperate depth
Of my despairing crippled loneliness
At least dozen of them come together
To take any sustenance whatsoever
From my paltry faulty flesh
As sinuous as twining snakes
Multiple arms and limber legs
Wrap about me, undressing
Sensuously caressing
Silkily stroking
Firmly holding
Securely enfolding
And then looming up unbearably near
Dozens of succulent breasts appear
Swaying, jiggling, pressing, yielding
Some so mammoth they tumble
