Ink Darkness
Sleeping
Something enters

The woman on the bed
Begins to move to and fro
The fiery rings stand as if being held

Clothing disappears without a hand touching
No One is watching as she is sleeping'
The form is lifted from the bed
Suddenly standing on the ground
Feet begin to move towards the trees

Deep in sleep a warmth comforts the dreams
He is there in the Darkness
Calling her, the sound for her alone
Skin feels cool but it isn't comprehended why

No one sees the naked woman walking to the trees
They don't see the Man watching intently
He watches as He calls to her
Knowing she can't deny him

She calls out in her sleep yet not heard
Heart begins to pound
Heat begins to build
Dusky pink tips harden

The form reaches the forest of darkness
A hand reaches out and pulls the hair of flame
Pulse in the neck beckons Him like a moth to the fire
He leans in and pauses

She feels the breath against the earlobe
Feeling the aura envelope the dream
Sweating now, pulses race
Milky thighs open widely
Fingers slide between the slick lips

His nose glides along the curve of the neck
The scent drives Him almost insane
This is not how His kind behaves
Not like this
Driving her mind with need in Dreams

Teeth sink into the bottom pink lip
Soft cries escape anyway
Fingers pull and dance teasing
the hard nub that promises delight

He growls as the esssence of lust builds
Sharp points enter the neck at the same time
The scream of release is heard
Drinking, feeding, allowing it to coat the skin

Warmth spreads through out as the tension mounts
Lips open releasing a piercing scream
Essence spills forth from the tight well
Breathing ragged as the heat flows down her neck
across her chest, screams again as the pleasure escapes

She doesn't know and won't know
The second release was His mouth
Once again opening the flesh of the hard nub
Drinking what spills forth of her clear nectar

She awakens suddenly sitting straight up in bed
Hand whips to the neck nothing but an ache
Rising to go to the bathroom, the wind blows
The heavy wetness cooled by it's touch
Mind races trying to remember

He will come again
She is what he needs
One day He will reveal Himself
Take that chance of her rejection or disbelief

Until then He will

Just be

A glimmer of Memory

In a decadent dream


Written by Niyahlove all rights reserved