Demon lover
The night surrounds me, drenching my body in shadows and cold sweat as my feverish mind clutches at the hope that my lover will once again find me. Not just any lover… No! This lover is like no other. A spectral desire that possesses me… Infusing me with such lust that it coarses through my veins like liquid fire, draining me of a reality that now seems so distant and unimportant. A familiar creeping awareness grips my mind, and my breath remains caught in my chest. Night after empty night I wait for my demon lover, that entity that my darkest deepest desires have spawned in the deepest darkest labrynth of my mind. Many nights have I called her in my dreams, begging for her presence, her touch, her gift of arcane pleasure. Many nights …