you're a fleeting memory.
coming and going.
as I go in and out of consciousness.
yet you drift away.
a touch away.
a kiss goodnight away.
one more last fuck away before you leave after daybreak.
the sun's delighted warmth.
burning searing the taste of soft porcelain flesh.
nothing left but a woman with no clothes.
bare.
naked.
yet I can't get enough.
I'd surely go to hell.
who cares anyway as I'm swallowed by the heat of softness that's left me drunk.
your blonde long hair caressing what is left of a pillow thread.
your blue eyes fixated on me.
your breasts ache just to want another taste.
your pussy whine just to be mine.
your thighs quiver as My touch inches near.
two index fingers creep inside the sweet in-between.
you gasp again and again.
as my hand is swallowed by your thighs.
the wet heat burning my fingers as you moan softly.
you were a soaked dream.
a lovesick prayer.
contagious by the touch.
yet I wanted you anyway.
a fever spreads.
a kiss between thighs is the only remedy.
yet I was a drug to you.
just a careless lustful charade.
another longing whisper in your ear.
yet you dread the cold at night.
my hand prancing provocatively along your throat another to your breasts.
I kissed you hard.
you suffocated.
necessary roughness was your poison of choice.
that gushy shit you was used to.
thousands of wrinkles in this bed of satin soaked like a river.
I wore the abuse like a tattoo.
bite marks.
scratches.
I was a glutton for you.
I was consequentially your fool.
yet I loved it.
I loved fuckin you mercilessly from behind as you playfully watched me.
ravage you again and again.
twisting turning into different positions till you just can't breathe.
yet the cold pale rays of the moon kissed you as you grinded on me.
your thighs rocked in harmony.
as I spank you again and again.
red blistering handprints caressing every cheek.
yet I laid here.
never wanting to wake.
your polish nails kiss my chest as you latch onto me like a leech.
screaming moaning bloody murder yet only my caress could soothe you.
as I laid here content that you are my kryptonite.
as I woke up to you naked in my bed.
but was it a dream?
or another glimpse on fiction and reality?
sleep just Love's illusion where our fantasies become reality.
yet I dream.
I fantasize.
yet I can not forget about you.
©darkmocha
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