Fantasies, Visions, and Reality

cold night fire hot passion like a cresendo of an orchesta a climax rises and screams shake the walls teeth tickle my throat fingers caress every inch of my skin bare and clothed sweat-a thin sheen-covers me like a blanket as i am stabbed down below with something pleasureable thrusting hips bucking screaming screeching my nails digging into his back could this be real? feels like it... seems like it.... my alarm goes off warm light slaps my face like ice water instantly waking me from pleasurable slumber in the day i dream visions dance in my sight in my mind drinking my sanity and turning it milky and creamy i smile at the fantasy the passion that drips from it.... from such fantasies.... soon i feel the throbbing between i feel the wet warmth i feel the thrusting i feel.... pleasure, sore pleasure.... wonderful pleasure... then claws run down my leg i scream when i see a cat run away and my leg now bleeds my visions and fantasies ruined for the day, but saved for the night saved for when me and my dream share the same sights.