Vampire
As you sit at the edge of your bed
dreaming of the man who should be there,
fog rolls to the windowsill.A shape appears
at the picture windows and beckons for
entry.You slowly rise and walk towards the
door.A smile crosses your lips as a large
man dressed in white enters your bedroom.
He turns in mid stride and smiles at you.
The icy blue depths of his eyes seem to melt
what little defense you give.As he scoops you
into his arms,you feel the earth give way beneath
you.A few moments later you feel the smooth
texture of silk beneath your outstretched body.
Youare set down on the bed and before you can
position yourself,he is on top of you.Legs mingling
with legs,one hand on your back and the other
running through your hair.You cannot see his face,
but you know he's there.He's every man you've ever
dreamed of.Funny how you can't see his face.
His bite seems like a tickle.As his hand runs
across your thigh,your eyes roll into your head and
heslides down your length.He smiles and clasps
your hand,pulling you closer to him.Then with a
quickened movement,your eyes are opened wide.
Your arms grasp at nothingness while you feel his
love inside you.Invisible hands caress you.Invisible
lips taste your flesh.A kaliedescope whirls before
your eyes before you notice that he's gone.You rise
in your bed soaking wet.The sheets are tossed
aside and you wonder, "Was it a dream or was it
really him?"...
...As you sit at the edge of your bed dreaming of the
man who should be there,fog rolls to thewindowsill
and a wolf cries in the night.
Copyright © Teresa Lyon | Year Posted 2006
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