Dear Arthur,
I must agree with James here, that the city sacked stanza seems totally out
of place- a little too epic and diffuse , I think, when the rest of the poem
is set firmly on the one-to-one relationship, ahem.
In answer to Terri, you wrote:
I take your point about the decent into disgust may be overdone but tell me
isn't disgust and shamefulness an element of solo sex which sex with a
Succubus is essentially??

I certainly agree that this is an attitude the Judaeo-Christian tradition
has encouraged, but what a pity it is denigrated as 'self-abuse' etc. The
reason Onan's sin was so reviled is that, in a time when it was important to
increase the numbers of the Hebrews, he was wasting seed, rather than
swelling the ranks. Other cultures don't have this problem with
masturbation. When you think about it, it's having sex with someone you
really love - what can be wrong with that?
I am waiting for someone to write a triumphal Ode to Masturbation.
By the way, the idea of the Succubus may have originated in the condition
often experienced, of sleep paralysis. When we sleep, the body shuts down
many voluntary motor functions- otherwise we would be acting out our dreams-
and sometimes we wake up before these are restored. The effects are
terrifying, and the sensation of some heavy creature sitting on the person's
chest is often described. In fact the modern alien visitation phenomenon has
been ascribed to this, too.
Kind regards,
    grasshopper
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From: "arthur seeley" <[log in to unmask]>

Sent: Saturday, November 23, 2002 7:41 AM
Subject: New Sub: Succubus


>              Succubus
>
> Sometimes she comes to me
> slender and pale as a peeled stick,
> pony-tailed, bobbie-socked
> and bubble-gum-breathed
>
> or sometimes she comes for me
> with tits like turrets,
> buttocks a-quiver
> riding stock slapping a bright boot,
>
> more often I am aware
> of a growing heat behind me,
> perfumed and sensuous.
> I am held in her lithe coils
>
> brought to those moist and musky zones
> to cunningly linger
> between the dizzying white cliffs
> of her thighs.
>
> Dismayed by soft hisses of pleasure.
> I feel her dark wings
> over me; held in crooked grasp;
> dredged by that maw.
>
> She drops me,
> a city sacked
> by an army in triumph,
> pillaged, in ashes.
>
> I watch her leave,
> trailing her pearly spoor behind,
> sliming the moonlit slates
> of neighbouring roofs.
>