I dream of his touch. The scent of his body. He haunts me at night in my dreams. I can feel his lips upon my neck. Slowly kissing and holding me tight. My mind screams run and escape. You are the fly cought by the beautiful spider. The pain from my core is like lightening as he whispers in my ear. Saying I am his and can give myself only to him. He makes a trail of kisses then in a swift and explosive pleasurable moment his fangs find its target. I feel a wave of heat from my very soul. As he holds me so tight I feel he will snap me in half. As he fills himself with my life force. I slip away into pure pleasure.
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