Nighttime Crimes

I wake to the sound of sobbing

it’s at all times me sobbing

I awake to ache bruises and blood sheets tangled and I shut my eyes tight
hope that it’s a nightmare not my actuality

however after I open my eyes there lays the physique spent on my ground

after which they arrive the pictures and sounds that torture me

gripping me to the place I can not take a breath trapped within the scenes

the blood lust over took me final evening exhausting as I strive they arrive to my tune

“Candy style I present love, lust ardour in case you survive the evening of lust

tempt you I have to please fill my lust my love lust “

they at all times comply with me comply with my candy odor

I allow them to contact the warmth dripping from my creamy thighs

onto their awaiting tongues

I glide them to the rapture they by no means know might be

I journey until my blood boils sliding up and down

fingers gripping in sheer lust blood lust that is my crime

crimes of sheer ardour underneath them on high sweat beading

on my milky pores and skin until they’re drained wishing it could final however they by no means do

my punishment is to by no means be stuffed by no means happy solely waking to them

damaged bruised and drained taken by my lust