>> Friday, October 31, 2008
I will come to you at night
Under the blackest velvet of skies
With nary a whispered sound
To invade your slumbered sighs
I find my way with ease
Like a thief I silently tread
I beckon you from worlds apart
to the comfort of your bed
And only for a moment, you stir
While under your covers I slide
You're safe from all that breathe
Though from me, the Un-dead,
You can't hide.
I spin my web of unholy seduction
My gossamer threads - like a chain
My silken body - the majik spell
To cause you both pleasure and pain.
My presence, you feel, as you inhale me deeply
It's vanilla & musk you smell
You conjure me here from so deep within you
To experience this exquisite hell
As my fingers find you
and outline and define you
my nails run the length of your back
Your breath becomes labored
and ragged and weighted
All while under my sweetest attack
You thirst, You need, You crave
You ache for release
From this erotic onslaught
I assault your senses and leave you defenseless
In want for more of me
I continue to tease
and haunt you and taste you
'Til I hear that wondrous plea.
Then, and only then
Do we blend together
to crest that wave as one
Somewhere in the darkness, Hell's bell was heard
As a soul-less song was sang
It was then, my darling, at this very moment,
When you saw blood in my mouth, and fangs.
I never gave you a chance
To retreat from your stance
I knew right away, you were mine.
I let my teeth sink deep
into the warmth of your flesh
The taste of you,
oh so divine
I felt your spine shiver as you let me deliver
a pain to you so enticing
Your nectar so sweet, our love so complete
The nape of your neck so inviting.
"Right now its 6:55 A.M. and the sun will be rising in about 10 minutes. Coming right up,
Black Magic Woman from Santana, next up is..."
You reach over and fumble for the 'off' button, knocking a book to the floor.
Disoriented and shaken, you lie in bed.
It takes you a minute to clear your head of the fog of your sleep and you wonder at the vividness of your dream. Your body feels clammy and tight and there's sweat on your brow. You shake your body in hopes of shaking off the nightmare you had. Trying to recall what your dream was about, vague flashes of silken skin, a warm mouth and knowing fingers, intertwines with a gnawing feeling of terror and a scream that could not escape your throat; and leaves you confused, aroused, bewildered, and excited all at once.
Confliction on polar ends of the spectrum.
Still bothered by your dream, you turn over on your side and sink deeper into the comfort of your covers, burrowing your head deeply in the spare pillow next to you.
You close your eyes in an effort to regain your composure when Vanilla and Musk wafts up to you from the pillow you sought comfort in.
© 2008 Greeneyezz
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