The Beast Is Me

A silky sweet scent teased her nose and woke her. Her purple satin sheets had slid off her. She heard herself groaning, an erotic sweep of a rose titillated her skin. A gentle touch of a massive silhouette feathered her hips and tickled her plump lips. She looked around in the blackness; she couldn’t see, but heard, “Shhh”, its soothing whisper hypnotized her. Her other senses were heightened, frightened but curious for more. Her heart pounded and begged, “Please, please give me more!” Her supple breasts blistered beads of sweat in this night filled in the hot humidity. Its moistened soft lips trailed a fine line up and down her thin thighs. She submitted her body engulfed in its seduction. Then she slowly and deeply inhaled, yielding and waiting for the next exhale.

Her feverish flesh and brittle bones rose high out of her bed. Her lifeless arms and lacy negligee draped over its invisible sides. Its deadly immortal kiss on her neck poisoned her with its eternity. She has become paralyzed but will gained strength. Soon she will be offered its wrists of salty and bitter dark juice.

Long and dark hallways of winding back roads, broken street lights gives a shade to hide the shame. It teaches her where to hunt for her meals, how to disappear and reappear. She has only one need and her reward should sacrifice, it must heavily bleed. She is a hungry beast and that beast is lonely me.

The Beast Is Me

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Joined January 2008

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