The following is a collaborative piece done with Simon over at http://isimonfiction.wordpress.com/
A fabulous poet with a flare for matching style and content.
Eyes open wide, I lie quite still
In nightmare’s frozen grasp
While chilling hands reach out to me.
In silence, I scream and gasp.
This latest victim gripped by fear
In night, my precious friend,
With stealth I move, ever close,
Another soul to tend.
Paralysed hold has made me bold,
My insides start to quiver,
Limbs cannot move to aid or flee
But tremors, inside, shiver.
I sense her terror, intoxicating,
A drug that spurs me on,
Her beating heart and panting breath,
To me, a siren’s song.
Only wakened eyes can see the one
And terror courts my soul,
While human manifested lust
Envelops body whole.
Revealed to her in gloried form,
Such fear so swift engendered,
Dark desires, so physical,
Soon powerfully rendered.
The fear, such fear, does haunt me still,
Suppressed as best I can.
This darkened lover in the night
Had not the face of man.
These glowing eyes of hellish depths,
Of fire and ice in fusion,
Drink in her form so prostrated,
From a face not one bit human.
At shudders end, I claimed my body
But sat up staring wide
Who had penetrated me, untouched,
But felt so deep inside?
Withdrawn from deed so darkly done,
My presence deep within
No touch of flesh so needed
To grant an inner sin.
I looked to see in mirror’s frame
And laughter I heard there,
A distant sense of eyes beheld,
Reaching from some lair.
I watch reaction from afar
As she stares at her reflection.
My wicked mirth I cannot hide
At our newly formed connection.
Molested by the darkest night
And darkest soul of all.
Orgasmic pleasure be subdued,
Temptation from the Fall.
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