Lost in lust

Nighttime Crimes

I wake to the sound of sobbing

it is always me sobbing

I awake to pain bruises and blood sheets tangled and I close my eyes tight
hope that it is a nightmare not my reality

but when I open my eyes there lays the body spent on my floor

and then they come the images and sounds that torture me

gripping me to where I cannot take a breath trapped in the scenes

the blood lust over took me last night hard as I try they come to my song

“Sweet taste I provide love, lust passion if you survive the night of lust

tempt you I must please fill my lust my love lust “

they always follow me follow my sweet smell

I let them touch the heat dripping from my creamy thighs

onto their awaiting tongues

I glide them to the rapture they never know could be

I ride till my blood boils sliding up and down

hands gripping in sheer lust blood lust this is my crime

crimes of sheer passion under them on top sweat beading

on my milky skin till they are drained wishing it would last but they never do

my punishment is to never be filled never satisfied only waking to them

broken bruised and drained taken by my lust