Living Dream

Resting in what seems a dream
What seemed to to be a fantasy..
The feeling of flesh warm against my hand
Fingers rubbing through hair, the color of sand
Tasting his flesh, his blood, his tongue
Pressing up hard lung to lung
What was it that drew me to him?
that forced my heart to run dim?
It was the sin in his eyes,
It was innocence slithering down his thighs
It was.. it was his lips reaching dwon to mine
It was his hands softly slinking up and down my sides
it was the blood the stitches
the bite marks the kisses
That killed me quietly
and dragged me down
But WHY?
Because lust intoxicated the air
Nothing in my brain left..
Except. This pleasurable nightmare.