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.
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