This creature comes tome in my sleep, forcing himself into my dreams, where my darkest desires lay dormant. His grasp on my lust now leaves me sleepless when he forgets my fantasies. I fear the power he has over them only after he is gone. Grasping the sheets, turning from side to side, he grabs hold and yanks me from one passionate plae to the next. Childhood thougths of kings and queens, told by the hearts of knights in shining armor, beg my retrival now as I suffer violent love rages. Without them I could never fully understand the full potential of my imagination. With him I am granted moments of pure lack of hesittnce. He is my creature of the night, yet with each rising sunrise I realize his limitaions and the rampages end until the next...
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