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Might be NSFW

Soft breasts greet me
in lieu of the moon.
Pert nipples,
the ever foreboding life force,
brush my cheek, stifling
my breath. Smooth skin rubs
against me as
I hear that ever melodious giggle. Reverberating against
my ears and down my spine;
Amid my thighs.
My hands reach for her,
wanting to feel every
inch. Tips trail her
Back and thighs and
she shivers, vibrations
racking my body. My hand slips
between us; between
her thighs. She cries,
pushing herself down, onto
me. Round hips roll against me,
increasing speed to a
faster end. Soft and pink,
she slicks my fingers.
A stream of moans escape
her lips. And I flip; she rests
on her back, my head
nestled between those
glorious thighs. My tongue
stroking her, eliciting heavier
sounds of pleasure. Her
moan is angelic and
if it’s the last thing I
hear I know I’ll die happy. Those fantastical thighs wrap
around my neck. Pulling me closer, tightening when I increase pace, my tongue circling her. My hands
glide up her sides,
moving for the perky breast.
With each massage she moans
louder, encouraging me.
She doesn’t hold back and when she finishes, I stay between her,
not ready to let her go. But,
she pulls and tugs until
I see her face. A menacing grin
too wide for her head
greets me. A long forked
tongue snakes from between
her lips. I can’t gasp before it
chokes me. Her eyes still smiling she continues with my
suffocation until she vanishes
and I awake in hell.

Fear; anger.
Legs pushed beneath
your head
Stop; hurt.
Being torn into two.
Ravished by
animals as they sit
atop their prey.

It has been a while but this is from last night (at 3 actually)

It’s 3am
And my mind refuses to shut down.
My body is yearning to be moved
With eyes barely closed in this nightmare.
Mouthing words that can never be heard
I’m begging to be lifted into existence.
Clawing at the very bane of emptiness
With tiny legs running over a diminishing vessel.
Moving nowhere and in taking nothing while
Vermin gnaw at my mind
clawing through my eyelids.
Pitch-less screams escape my lips
As rodents escape my being
I am given bristles instead of a hand
I wish for movement but I can’t be heard.
Immobility sets into the lungs as my mind pleads for an ending.
Begging for gray feet to stop running
For extended vertebrae to stop moving
To end the nocturnal flexibilities
I’m awaiting aid from the person near me
Begging as paralysis sets into me lips
For this bed to set me free