I was in a large room. You stood in one corner next to the welcoming bed, your features barely visible in the dim light of the fire place. You were waiting for me. Everything about you was welcoming me over to the spot where you stood. With seductive grace, I made my way over to you. My heart thumped loudly in my chest. As I drew closer, I lifted my face so that my lips were less than a centimeter away from yours. I felt your breath quicken as I gently placed my hands on your bare, shoulders. In a smooth and inviting voice, I spoke directly to your lips. “Are you tempted?” I was so close that I could feel your warm breath on my lips. I could feel you wanted to kiss me. You wanted it so badly that I could feel your need pulling me closer. I let you think you could have me, allowing you to feel a desire for my affection so great that you might die without it. Just as I thought you might melt into my arms, you embrace me.
My breasts pressed against you yet even in the cold room you stay warm. I move down to kiss you on your lips. You put your hands on my hips, and kiss back softly at first and as we get more into it our tongues begin to enter. We kiss passionately and deeply as our tongues enter each others mouths, and the sensations of it are mind numbing. Quickly and efficiently, my soul burnt with the same heat as between my legs.
Our bodies nude as nature intended yet inside me is something beyond. You kissed me and each time I felt your lips touch the sensitive flesh, pleasure fills me with such deep yearning for more. The scent of you acts as an aphrodisiac to me and you enter me. Lust overrides everything in my mind. I wrapped my legs around you as we get closer.
I felt a great climax build in my body that I couldn't resist
no more, you bite me. Your fangs sank into your throat, something I was thought painful, yet it felt powerful...I felt you were strong...Everything grows dark...I passed out moan...
I had strange vague dream this afternoon, and this moment keep lingering in my head, so decided to put it here. I can precisely remember the whole thing but these words stand out more than others. A strange dream that consist memory, vowed to each other and separated by the minds, and these thoughts actually come from the moments from the dream. The dream itself had some air of sadness, as if I came back to the man due to the memory lost...I highly suggest you listen to "Requiem For A Dream" by Clint Mansell while reading my dream.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUtCnARxWxQ
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This nightmare was once my dream, my passion, but not tonight, the feeling upon my breasts felt like stakes cutting through my flesh.
The air is heavy tonight, filled with cold expectations. I feel the hour upon me. My juba presses into the valley of my spine, and paralyzed by the mind in down, burdened like my soul.
What does this mean to me? Desire is what it used to mean, but those are empty words. I realize now, with reluctant clarity after nightmare after nightmare that beauty is a mask I wear. A visage of dreams. Desire is also why I stumble onward, silent with terror and clinging to those feelings, they will soon impale me with.
I shiver in the wake of its breath, my eyes widen like a startled dove. I tried to move. A stake over my palm and ankle. I winced, the ones in my palm already cutting into my skin.
COMMENTS
COMMENTS
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LordWolf
07:08 Jul 12 2009
some would believe that death is not the end...
its a cycle...to be born...to live...to love...to die...
then do it all again...
if that is the case, perhaps he is there again...
waiting for you.
~Wolf~
raziel
02:02 Jul 20 2009
Very touching and moving...I think you are wonderful with words...