Ever since I was a little girl, I loved horror. Scary movies and books. I was never your typical little girl, that dreamed of sugar and spice and everything nice. Give me zombies, serial killers, monsters,anything that goes bump in the night and I'm happy.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I'm Alive?
Touch me, love me.
Notice, I’m alive.
All you do is tease.
Your attention I thrive.
Place your lips onto mine.
Caressing me with your hands.
Kiss slowly down my neckline.
Grasp me by my hair by strands.
Gently you fondle my breasts.
Kissing me with lustful eyes.
Rubbing against, my naked chest.
Whimpers and moaning cries.
Entering me I feel so alive.
Matching your each thrust.
Taking me deeper with each dive.
I wake up in complete wetness.
Nothing but a dream I had.
Always is, feeling so alone.
For my imagination I’m glad.
I have become, an emotionless stone.
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