<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/nightmare/”>Nightmare</a>
My loving darkness
She frames herself in raven black
Long hair, spiked a bit
Long gown with lace webbing
It draws me to the waist.
The curves above and below
Fight for control of my mind.
Sweet as strychnine
Paralysis sets in
Each encounter another reason to run.
Toward or away, can never be sure
He’s a dream girl.
Woman made from all desired
Be careful of prefect things
I learned too late
But love every minute
Slow torture minutes of pleasure
