<a href=””>Nightmare</a&gt;

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


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