What Dreams May Cum

Erotic Poetry
2006-05-03

scrawny in a sexy way as he lingers naked before me stripped of needless accessories his meat not monstrous but, rather, an ample spike for pleasurable imaplement his soft whisper a gentle exhileration as it slides, silk-like, across my flesh smooth as the black stockings that hug his pale arms his tattoos, few but meaningful the Tepes family crest on his right calf and a small crucifixion scene on his back with his own naked form staring defiantly forward from the cross his real name is simple and unimpressive so he asks that i refer to him as "god" i comply, for i am coy and submissive in his presence my lord slithers across me a second skin adhered by our sweat kissing, caressing, penetrating i surrender to any and every whim and when we explode together his entire existence paints the walls of my mind and as he fades to black again i coil inward like a serpent bathing in the cold silken glow of my waking dream